Eileen and her hot neighbor enjoy her last free summer

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Dad took me to our favorite restaurant for dinner so I could have a nice rare filet mignon and baked potato for dinner.

“So when did the Millers move out,” I asked as nonchalantly as possible over our salad course.

“Just a few months after Todd graduated from college, actually,” he told me. “As soon as the last of their boys was out on his own they decided to downsize.”

“And does Scott have a family, then?” I asked. “That house is pretty big for one person.”

“It’s just him, so far as I know. I’ve seen several different ladies with him over the months since he moved in.

“He said he bought the house because he wanted the space for a recording studio.”

“Down in the basement?”

“Yeah. You remember that space that Todd and his brothers put together for their YouTube videos? Scott’s converted that area into a place to record music.”

“Huh. That’s actually pretty neat.

“What does Scott do? Do you know?”

“Oh, he works over at Spring Water Sound.”

“So he’s really into music, I guess.”

“I guess so,” dad agreed.

“Do I need to go over the rules again since you’re here, kiddo,” dad asked, changing the subject, but not really changing the subject.

“Rules,” I said, raising my eyebrows in mock disbelief. “What are these ‘rules’ you speak of?”

“No men in the house unless you introduce me to them first remains rule number one.”

“Seriously, daddy? I’m 21-years-old.”

“Yes. A beautiful 21-year-old woman who will introduce me to any man she intends to fuck under my roof.”

I squinted my eyes at him and pursed my lips, but nodded my agreement.

“I don’t have any intention of… doing that… with anyone while I’m here this summer,” I informed him.

“Your intentions may change,” he said, his eyes laughing but his tone serious.

“Do you know your class schedule?”

“I am taking ‘Fantasy and Science Fiction Literature’ and ‘Music Appreciation’.”

“Those are a far cry from biochemistry.”

“Well, yeah. Which is why I’d never be able to take them during my normal school semester. I don’t have time for doing the reading or going to concerts while taking my normal course load.”

“When are your classes, then?”

“The English class is 7-8:20pm on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The music class is 7-9pm Tuesday and Thursday, but we will also be expected to go to live music events on occasion, usually on the weekends, but not always.”

“That sounds like a perfect way to spend the summer.”

“Yep. My last summer as not-quite-an-adult. I’m so glad you’re letting me take the time to do this. Dan wanted me working.”

“Yeah, well I think you deserve the break before you have to hunker down in medical school.”

“I appreciate that, daddy.”

“Mi casa es su casa, my dear. Your old room is just how you left it last time you were here but with clean sheets. I stocked up on your favorite foods, too. There are a bunch of those toaster waffles in the deep freeze. And I got you those pancake-wrapped sausages you like so well.

“I also got your bicycle a tune-up so you can ride to campus. You should probably get yourself a new helmet, though.”

“Perfect!” I giggled. Dad had really gone out of his way to make me feel welcome.

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The next morning I woke up to the sun shining through the sheer curtains on my bedroom window. My second-floor room was in the back of the house on the northeast corner where I had a great view out one window of our backyard, including the pool and patio where my dad liked to grill out. My side window just looked out onto the neighbor’s… I mean Scott’s house. I had noticed when I was getting ready for bed the night before that the curtains were drawn closed on the window nearest my room, as they always were ever since Todd went off to college. This morning they seem to be opened slightly. I could also see over our privacy fence into the Miller’s… I mean Scott’s backyard. It was well-kept but mostly barren. The ancient swing set which had occupied the corner of the yard for as long as I could remember had been removed and replaced with a paver patio and a firepit. The rest of the yard was just grass, the old flower beds growing nothing but piles of mulch.

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