What else could go wrong I wondered to myself. I tried calm myself down; by taking a smoke. It didn’t work to well because I freak out when my next door neighbor; Mrs. Anna patted me on the shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” I yelp with a loud tone. ’What wrong little toothpick? Is something bothering you? Are you on drugs?’ She ask with a uneasy tone. ’No! I just want to be left alone right now. She was stun (I guess because ever since knowing me. I always said “no ma’am, and yes ma’am” when ever she ask me something.) “Alright I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” With a force smile I said “ Yeah I’m alright it’s just one of those days.” I guess she could tell something was wrong because she drag me in her house for a cup of tea.

She turn on some music and said “toothpick no I mean John what type of Tea do you like”
“Any kind” I said just wanting to go home.
(You see Mrs. Anna Is 45 and unmarried with one son who is 24. His name is Bill and Only come around once a year to see his mom when he needs money. So I guess she must be lonely. Don’t get me wrong she kind of hot for her age. She 5”6, amber medium length hair ,tanned, real curvy but not fat curvy more of a hour glass shape.)
“John, John, Toothpick”
‘Oh! I’m sorry Mrs. Anna I was lost in my own thoughts.” I said while blushing. (you guys owe me!)
“Here your tea.” She headed it to me. ‘Thank you Mrs. Anna.“
“Oh just call Anna” When she said that it felt like the uncomfortable air around us was gone. What felt like days past by as only hours. She a real easy person to talk to once you sit down with her.

Then out of no where she ask me with a straight face. “John you must be a virgin I’m I right?”
From the shock of those words I drop my tea on my lap. “Shit!” I scream from the pain.
“Oh no John! Are you ok sweetie?” “Yeah but I think I burn myself a little so I’m going to go home to change real fast”(thinking I could finally go home) “nonsense take your pants off before it scars you.”
“no I’m alright I just need to change my pants that’s all Mrs. Anna” trying to leave. “Its Anna damn it. Its fucking Anna.” looking like she just lost I few nut’s in her head. “Oh yeah right sorry Mrs.. I mean Anna.”
With a mood change faster then sonic.