Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... a taxi.

Sitting down, he unwrapped the box, noting any tears or punctures that might damage the product inside. With one tug, the shiny silver solid state drive slid from the packing popcorn, and he held it up, examining it in the artificial light.

"We'll, that's pretty," the lady remarked, smiling kindly.

"New SSD," Corey replied politely. "Lots of data to store."

"I don't have too much use for computers. Not at my ugly age."

"Well, good thing you've shown attractiveness knows no age."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you the blind one." Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "Gertrude. Gertrude Lagily. Twenty-three G."

"Hi Gertrude. Corey Miller. Looks like we're neighbors."

"Really?"

"Yes, twenty-three F."

Within seconds the smile on Gertrude's face vanished. "Oh." Then with a most condescending scowl. "You're her husband?"

The change in her demeanor was evident, but Corey kept smiling. "Yep, I just moved down here myself. Had to sell a house and all."

"I see."

"Is there something wrong?"

Mrs. Lagily clutched at her purse with white knuckles.

"Look, you seem like a sweet man." She looked away, then back again. "Do you know about her...visitors?"

Corey's heart leapt into his throat. "Visitors."

Eyes cast downward onto her shoes, Gertrude whispered. "Yes. Men."

"Men?"

"And women," the older woman snapped. "Women too! All kinds. Young, old, some residents, some not."

Setting the package down, Corey ...

... leaned in, his hands trembling. "Many?"

"Enough."

"And...how do you know this?" It was a question he had to ask, although he wasn't quite sure he wanted to the answer.

"I hear them. Mostly at night." The nosey neighbor noticed her cab had pulled up and fixed him with one final steely stare. "That wife of yours is a real screamer."

The yippy terrier barked for barking's sake as the woman shuffled out into the driveway, not looking back. As her words sunk in, Corey's phone received another text accompanied by a pic. No surprise on the sender.

Had a great dinner. Going for a walk.

The accompanying photo of Lauren and Alex had been taken along a wooden railing that separated a small lagoon with the walking path. The moon was high above as they posed, cheek to cheek. In the background, several tourists mingled, while some dork on a bicycle in a ridiculously tight running suit and gold chains tried to look inconspicuous.

Such strange people in a strange land.

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The twilight cast a cool glow over the marina as Lauren and Alex strolled slowly along the wharf.

"A simply beautiful evening," she sighed, holding her phone high and snapping a picture of the two with the boardwalk behind them. With the screen being so small, she barely noticed the bicyclist mere feet away.

Alex, is it? Alex is a lucky man.

"It's just so..."

"Twisted?"

The big man stopped and turned towards her, uncertainty in his eyes. "Complicated."

Lauren pulled him close, ...