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Gosh, money was really flowing in. After almost two years I decided it was time to quit. I figured that with the money I saved in the last couple of years I could afford to buy a very nice house, a very nice car, and live for fifteen to twenty years without the need of a job, thanks to people's depravations. So, if I could find something like a part time job for the day-to-day needs and be a wise spender, I may be okay all my life.
It was one morning in the early spring that I closed my bank account and transfered the funds to another bank in my home town, put my bags in a taxi, returned the keys of the house to my landlord and then went to the airport. Three hours later I was in my hometown, for the first time after over four years. First thing I checked in into a hotel. I needed this for a few days, until I would find a nice house to stay and a job. But now it would be a serious job. I had enough about sex games. And, actually, I did not feel the need of sex that much. In my past male life sex was very important. I think that sometime it was really crazy. The old Chris would be very relaxed watching television or reading a magazine, and ZAP! in two seconds he would be very excited and his cock hard as a rock! Why? All of that just because he saw a very, very short miniskirt, or some nice hi-heels, or a girl with large boobs, or some sexy red lips! How stupid that was! I am sure that the hundreds of shots that Doctor Jiiz gave me must have altered my brain to a feminine way of thinking. Now girls don't turn me on that much. Men could turn me on, but there must be something. I mean, there must be some feelings, passion and then sex is welcomed.But, of course, I really have no idea whether this is a feminine way of thinking or not. I have never been a girl before and, right now, with a deep pain in my heart, Pinntoxx words are coming back in my head: "A woman apparently normal in shape, color and taste, but useless for what a woman is meant to be, and unable to reproduce". And I am not a man any more either. My God, what AM I NOW? But maybe I feel better this way. Although this is very stupid to think about, I am glad that men have only pussy and boobs in their brain. If sex was not their main perversion, I would not be so wealthy today! So, Lisa Parker now is going to find a job, a house and a new life!
After checking in the hotel, I unpacked my things, took a shower, wore a new dress and walked out. I could not resist, it was stronger than my will, and could not avoid walking by the house where Chris Johnson used to live with Martha Levine Johnson! I got there in about twenty minutes. If not for having being re-painted, the house looked exactly the same. As a matter of fact, Martha mentioned that we should have re-painted the house before the baby was due, since she never liked the original color. My eyes were getting wet from commotion in seeing my old house.Then my eyes noticed an "on sale" sign on the house on the corner, next to our house. In the old days it used to belong to Anthony Ross' parents, an old friend from hi-school.This could be very interesting, I thought.I wrote down the phone number listed on the sign. I walked back to the hotel and rang the number. After a few ring tones a voice answered.
"Hi, Anthony Ross speaking...."
"Hello Mr. Ross, this is Lisa Parker."
"Hello Lisa. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Mr. Ross, I would be interested in purchasing your house, if it is not overpriced and I am going to like the inside as I loved the outside, of course."
"By all means, Lisa. Maybe we should set up an appointment so that you can visit the house inside. When we meet I can give you the price and then you can decide what to do."
"Ok Mr. Ross. Are you available tomorrow?"
"Yes, is ten in the morning okay for you?"
"Good. See you tomorrow then."
"Bye and thanks for calling. It was very nice to hear your sweet voice, Lisa."
"Bye now!"
Anthony Ross. Still the same! Always ready to jump on a girl. Even now that he has been married for a while.I have been referring to him as "Mr." Ross, while he kept going on with "Lisa". Well, tomorrow is going to be a big test as well. Anthony used to know Chris Johnson very well. Will he notice something familiar in Lisa Parker?
The next morning I was there at ten on the dot! Knowing Anthony, I decided to dress a little bit sexy. It could have been helpful in case of a deal. Some nice looking legs or boobs would really grab his attention. I rang the bell, and was a little bit nervous since this was the very first time I was showing up as Lisa in front of somebody who knew me well as Chris.He answered the door, smiling and, as I expected, his eyes were checking me out and particularly busy on my legs, which were left in generous view by my short miniskirt.
"Hi Lisa, I am delighted to meet you..."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Ross."
"Oh, forget about Mr. Ross, just call me Anthony, or Tony. But, please, come in!"
"Thank you."
He let me in the entrance hall.
"Your house looks very nice, Anthony."
"Well, yes. It is a beautiful little house, and with my wife we really liked to keep it very nice. Too bad we have to seel it now. But let's start visiting the house first, then we can talk about the details."
We started visiting the ground floor, which included a small TV room, a large sitting room, a large kitchen and large dining room. When Anthony finished explaining me about the kitchen and ready to go upstairs, I asked him:
"I noticed that your kitchen is very well equipped and most of the things are brand new. Aren't you sorry to leave all these new things behind?"
"Well, when we renewed the kitchen and the bedrooms upstair last year, we were not expecting to end up in a situation leading to divorce just six months later.We are still working on it, but my wife went back to her hometown and I have accepted a new career in another State. So, neither of us could really live in here. And moving things away would cost more than buying them new somewhere else."
"Oh, I see. I am sorry for the stupid question, Anthony." I said in a sad voice, while wondering who was the cheater, Anthony (more likely) or his ex- wife?
"No problem. By the way, be careful on the stairs with those heels!"
"Thanks for the advice but, don't worry, I only wear what I am confident I can walk in." And could not stop smiling when, by a large mirror positioned on the mezzanine I could see him following me a few steps away with his nose pointing up to my bottom. Not being an extremely tall man, and walking a few steps back, I am sure my short skirt was allowing him to see some of my black lacy pants.
We went through the first floor, in which were one large bedroom, a smaller bedroom, one very nice studio and a laundry room. We walked back to the ground floor, and noticed from the mirror on the mezzanine that he was not so interested in my view from top while coming down as he was on my view from bottom in going up the stairs!
He led the way to the small garden in the back. This, as I recalled, on one side was attached to the backyard of my former house, and it was also attacked to the backyard of two other houses. I could not help but study the back of my old house to find some traces of things from my past life.
"What do you think about the backyard?" Anthony blurted out shaking me up from my thoughts.
"Nice, probably very nice, as long as the neighbors are nice." I mentioned in sort of a wondering voice, to see if he could give me some information about my old house.
"Oh, don't worry. On the left side you have the Jeffersons, an elder couple.You never see them in the winter since they never walk out of their house. In the summer they do use the backyard, but only when it is not too hot. They do not throw parties, they do not listed to music at ten thousand decibels, and all this makes them the ideal neighbors you may want."
He paused a bit, then continued:
"The one in front of us belongs to Mary Anne Keaton. She married somebody from the East, so she now leaves in another town, and comes back with her family only in the holiday season and for the summer vacation. She would not bother you for more than five or six weeks a year. Then, at your right you have the Smiths. They have a little baby girl, but she is receiving a very good education, and even being only four years old, you can see she is growing up to be a real lady, and not an heartquake like most of the modern children."
The Smiths? I thought by myself. Why not the Johnsons or Levine, Martha's maiden name?I was puzzled about "the Smiths". Was this meaning that Martha is not living here any longer? Or she.... she has re-married?? My curiosity was too strong, so that I tried to keep the conversation going on the Smiths a little bit longer.
"I see. So, do you mean the Smiths are good folks since they managed to give the kid a good education?"
"Well, Martha Smith is very nice and good looking. Yeah! She is a real lady. She has been able to grow that little girl very well. She is only four, but she behaves like a little missy already. She has been unlucky though. She was married to a good hi-school mate of mine, Chris Johnson. He died in a car accident about four years ago. Martha went through hell for a couple of years and, two years ago she married Alan Smith. Honestly, Alan is nothing compared with Chris, and Martha would deserve something better than him. But let's quit with gossip and go inside to discuss about business, honey!"
I followed Anthony inside to the large living room and he let me sit down on an armchair while he went to the kitchen for some coffee. I started thinking that, unless the price was outrageous, I should buy the house since Martha was still there. Anthony came back with two mugs of coffee, and we started negotiating for the price. He was a tough dealer but, as I expected and luckily for me, his piggy side got him down a little bit. Whenever the negotiation would come to a dead point, I would either give him a nice view of my breast through the cleavage by bending forward to take the mug from the coffee table, or my legs would move around quickly, giving him flash views of my underwear.But it came out to be a good deal for both of us.