{"product_id":"2940016073712","title":"The Neighbor","description":"To welcome him to the neighborhood she gave him a homemade cheesecake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be a gentleman he shoveled her driveway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo repay his kindness, she gave him a mug of hot chocolate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen she offered him some hot chocolate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is about sex, but there’s a story. It’s about two people old enough to know exactly what they want, and mature enough not to play games when they go after it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e==========\u003cbr\u003eEXCERPT:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGail went inside to leave me to my work and I grabbed her shovel and got busy. It went slower than I’d planned because my back was in a continuous cramp, but I pushed through. When I finally finished I stuck her shovel in the snow and leaned on the handle to let the fire in my spine cool and to catch my breath. I was hurting and tired, but glad that I could help a lady.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I recovered enough to stand up straight I went to her door, walking like a mummy because of the uncomfortable dampness in my sweat-soaked shirt. I don’t like being funky around females so I figured I’d grab a quick cup of cocoa to be polite and be on my way.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI checked my watch as I reached her stoop. My pregame shower was going to have to be a quick one. I thought that maybe I would beg off the hot chocolate if she didn’t already have it made so I wouldn’t miss too much of the game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer main entry door was open. The cold winter air had made the glass in her storm door fog over, so I couldn’t see inside. I remembered that she’d said to come on in when I was finished shoveling, but I didn’t feel comfortable just walking into her house. I tapped on the frame of the storm door and waited.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen I thought I heard music coming from the rear of the house. I knocked again, a little harder. After another few seconds Gail still hadn’t come to the door or called for me to come in. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow that I wasn’t shoveling and with my sweatshirt damp I was starting to feel the cold. I wasn’t about to freeze my ass off standing outside, but I couldn’t decide which would be more rude, to walk into her house or to just leave and go about my business. I don’t like to assume anything where females are concerned, and this is with females I know. Gail was a stranger. But, she did say that I should “come on in” when I was finished.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI decided to split the difference. I tried the storm door. It was unlocked, so I opened it and stuck my head in. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe door opened onto a small foyer with the living room beyond it and the entry to what was probably the dining room on my left. A hallway extended to the back of the house between the two rooms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI called out, “Excuse me, Gail?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt that same moment she appeared from one side of the far end of the hall, walking across.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe saw me leaning in her door, started and gasped out a surprised little, “Oh!” and placed a hand on her chest as if to calm her heart. I yanked my head out of her house and closed the door in a hurry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTangerine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was the color of the towel she had wrapped around her body.","brand":"Christopher Bynum","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47157687648496,"sku":"2940016073712","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016073712_p0.jpg?v=1763628517","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016073712","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}