H. H. Fowler - Neighbors from Hell: Part 1

Deedee Waterloo glanced at the time on her wristwatch 4:34 a.m. Too early in the morning to be snooping around her neighbors bedroom window. But here she was, attired from head to toe in all black, looking like a mercenary on a special assignment. She was, in fact, on a special assignment, which had everything to do with Wyatt Washington. Her dashingly handsome neighbor, who being of Afro-Caribbean descent, had wowed Deedee the second shed allowed her eyes to laze upon him. Deedee knew she would not be satisfied to simply live next to this gorgeous hunk of black flesh and not partake of it.

Never mind that she was married to a racist bigot with two grown children of her own. Never mind that Wyatt seemed to be happy with his wife and that they seemed to enjoy the life theyd built together with their daughter. Deedee wanted Wyatt Washington. She wanted him so badly that she had become insanely infatuated with every feature of his good looks, his muscular physique, way down to his slightly bowed legs that carried his strides with a quiet confidence. His name alone sent her lust into overdrive. Even if Deedee hadnt been attracted to black men, there was something different about Wyatt she couldnt resist.

She crept toward the Washingtons bedroom window, staying in a bent position so as not to draw attention to herself. A lamp was on, which meant Wyatt had not too long gotten off from his late-night shift and was probably sharing pleasantries with his wife. Deedee should know because shed been observing Wyatts modus operandi for the last few weeks. If she was to ever to be successful at luring him into her web of lust, she needed to learn all she needed about him, especially the hours when he was home alone.

Once shed made it safely beneath the window, she straightened up slowly until her eyes peered through the slightly opened slit in the Washingtons curtains. From what she could tell, Wyatt was undressing himself. He was down to his boxers and tank-top, his muscles effortlessly flexing as he moved. Subconsciously, Deedee licked her lips, conjuring up thoughts of what it was like to feel such power against her white curves. She envied Emma, and as she watched Wyatt get into bed with her, Deedees jealousy almost burned a hole through her face.

She watched as Wyatt leaned over and kissed Emma repeatedly, which soon turned into wild, passionate foreplay. Despite her disdain for Emma, Deedee was getting into it and before long she was carried away by her unbridled lust. A minute later, however, she was almost knocked out of her Asian skin when her Staffordshire Bull Terrier came behind her and let loose a fusillade of vociferous barks. It immediately got Wyatts attention, who sat up in the bed and looked toward the window. Deedee nosedived to the ground and scurried on her stomach like a snake.

Get away from here, you bloody mongrel! she hissed.

The more Deedee shooed the dog, the more he barked. Fearing that she would be caught, Deedee sprang to her feet and made a run for it to the back door of her kitchen. She was running perpendicularly in zig zag motions. In her peripheral, she saw something coming across her path, but before she could make sense of what it was, she was on the ground, gasping for air. Shed gotten the wind knocked out of her. She lay still for about five seconds before she sat up to inspect her surroundings. It was dark. She didnt see what struck her or what shed collided into. All she knew, her body was in shock.

Her gaze was drawn to a piece of metal next to her, which shimmered in the moonlight. She reached out and picked it up. It was not just any piece of metal. It was a nametag and the name on it was inscribed in bold, Calibri font: Jeff Ramos . Deedee didnt think much of it at the time, especially because her barking dog kept her nerves jumping like frogs. She shoved the nametag into her pocket and then bolted the remaining twenty feet through her back door.