Sitting Quietly In The Dark

Fbailey story number 297


Sitting Quietly In The Dark


Since my wife died I like to sit out on my porches. I spend time on both my front and my back porches. The shrubs have grown up rather nicely and I am almost invisible if I don’t move around or make too much noise.

I observe the birds and the bees as they build their nests. I watch the dogs and cats go about their business with an occasional bunny rabbit or skunk thrown in for good measure.

Then of course I observe my fellow humans. Now there is the real fun. I even took to keeping track of them in a notebook.

My neighbor Ralph on the right, as you face my house from the street, has a beautiful wife and two attractive teenage daughters. He rents the house because he cannot afford to buy one. He also likes to drink, yell at his girls, and hit his wife. Ralph is a low life, a drunkard, and he works in an oil-changing store for minimum wage. He will never amount to anything and he certainly doesn’t deserve his wife. Marcy is about thirty to thirty-five years old, very pretty, and she is a great mother. Their daughter Carol just became a teenager recently. Carol made sure to tell me and the rest of the neighborhood that she was thirteen years old. Her younger sister Debbie is about ten years old, I think.

On my left are Sam and his wife Stacey. He is a bank executive, doing fairly well, and a kind man. Stacey is about forty years old and they have two children. Timmy is eighteen and a senior in high school. He should be going off to college in the fall. Ashley is sixteen years old, very athletic, and a cheerleader. She always speaks to me and brings me a cookie whenever she bakes some.

The two families are as different as night and day. I have known Sam and Stacey for about twenty years and I remember when Timmy and Ashley were born. They still call me Grandpa B out of respect rather than as a true relative.

Ralph and Marcy only moved in a couple of years ago and he is an asshole. The only time I hear him speak is to yell at someone and Marcy is afraid to come out of the house most of the time.

The kids find my back lawn a neutral place to play. I have no trees, no flower gardens, and the only shrubs tend to hide my porch. I do have a big playhouse way out back that my children used to play in. I have to crawl through the three-foot door but once inside I can stand up. It is about twelve feet by twelve feet in size. I put in underground wiring at the time for an electric light and electric baseboard heaters on cool days. I even put in a surveillance camera at the time behind a knot in the wood. It was not meant to invade their privacy it was more of a way to check in on my children.

Timmy and Ashley used to spend a lot of time playing in there. It was their secret hideaway. I still remember when they used to play doctor. He was about twelve and she was about ten. Ashley would lay back and open her legs up for her brother. He would remove her panties and poke around in her pussy for a while until she made him stop.