I have known Alice for a long time, since I was only twelve. I just turned eighteen and I started college already. I’m going to a junior college and living with my folks, to save some money and because I don’t know what I want to study yet. Alice lives by herself. She is about thirty. She divorced her husband and moved into our apartment building. We liked each other right away. I found it easier to talk to her than to my mother, in fact.
Alice has long blonde hair and green eyes. She dresses very nicely but in a conservative manner. She teaches at a Christian private school so that must be why. I still ask her about makeup and clothes, what she thinks of mine. She is more like a friend than just a neighbor.
That all changed one day when she knocked on our apartment door. It was late in the afternoon but my folks had still not come home from work. “Connie,” she said, her beautiful green eyes full of tears, “I am so sorry.”
“What, what is it Alice?” I said pulling her into our apartment.
She held out a small box. “I opened your mail by mistake. I was sure it was the makeup I ordered from QVC. It wasn’t though, and then I looked at the label and saw your name. I am so sorry.”
“That’s okay, Alice,” I said. “No harm done. Let me see.” I took the box from her and realized immediately what it was.
“When I took it out, I thought it was lipstick.”
“No, it’s not lipstick, silly. It’s a vibrator.”