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Airbnb Antics Continue

... into the living room, where Rhonda greeted her with a hug. I left them there as I took our cups to the kitchen to prepare the coffee for all of us.

A brief bit of history will be helpful here. It was a surprise to see her today because we had drifted apart over the last six months or so. They, she and her husband Bill, had moved in next door almost a year ago and we had interacted with them many times with cookouts, drinks, etc. The problem was that her husband was an obnoxious know-it-all and over time we stopped inviting them over. I think she understood why and was always pleasant and exchanged greetings when we would see her outside. Her appearance here today was unusual but, sans husband, was welcome. Her timing was a bit off but we had all day, after all.

I brought the coffee for each of us into the living room, and after delivering the coffee, sat in my easy chair facing the two of them on the couch. Rhonda explained everything in one brief sentence, “Bill is out of town.”

I nodded and said, “I see, well, it's good to see you. It’s been a while."

She took a sip of her coffee and as she placed it on the table, I could see some whipped cream stuck to her upper lip. She winced a bit as the Irish whiskey burned its way down but complimented me nonetheless.

She cleared her throat and told us that she understood that Bill was unbearable to be around and felt the same way sometimes. She wanted us to know that she liked us and wanted to remain friends. She took ...

... another drink of her coffee and continued to try to explain her husband's abrasive personality. I felt she was vacillating and following another longer sip of her coffee revealed the true reason for her appearance.

“I am very much not a nosy neighbor and I realize you value your privacy…..,” she stopped and took yet another sip of coffee, more for the liquid courage than anything else, “but I saw something here on Friday night that I just can’t get out of my head.”

There it was, Rhonda and I gave each other a knowing glance and immediately knew that it had something to do with James. He was the only thing happening here Friday night. I wondered if she saw us in the hot tub but what she said next cleared it up for us.

She took another sip and blurted out, “I saw a naked man come out of your house and go up the stairs to your apartment.”

This was news to Rhonda, who gave me a questioning look. She had gone to our bedroom after she had finished James and didn’t know that he left naked.

Lisa continued, after another sip and it became obvious that the Jamesons was making it easier “ I couldn’t sleep and I just happened to be looking out the window when your side security light came on and I saw him walk up the stairs. Is he your renter?”

“Yes, he is. His name is James and he’s an engineer working on the airport expansion. We had a bit too much to drink and played a few hands of strip poker. He was the loser, as you could see.”

I smiled as I finished and Rhonda ...