To all my readers I want you to realize that this will probably be my last story for awhile. I’m moving back home next week and I won’t have access to the internet. If you are a devoted reader I apologize. For those of you who are first time readers of one of my stories
Every Morning I Could See Her Iron Her Clothes Through Her Curtains by Daisy Wheeler
I could tell she was peeking at me one day first through the bedroom and then through the livingroom window. I set my alarm early because it was winter and I wanted to let my truck warm up before I jumped into it. Where my truck was parked was the bonus of this situation. I