2 comments/ 18660 views/ 1 favorites Neighbors Helping Neighbors By: drivigwithnobreaks Sex is really one of those things that if you haven't had if for a while, you don't really think about not having it. My husband left me to live with our marriage counselor that we were seeing to try and patch up our marriage; little did I know that my husband and he were seeing each other well before our marriage was on the rocks. Now they got to see each other more often. I guess I can't complain too much, I got the house and the car and he got to spend his life with his new boyfriend. I'm not sure if that balances out the thirteen years of marriage but fuck it. He's happy and I'm over it. I just wish I had some cock on the regular. I've been set up on dates by my friends and family but nothing pans out. It is usually some nerd that is an accountant or a lawyer, and they end up boring the hell out of me or trying to make me into a happy little homemaker. Fuck that. I make a great living and kick ass at what I do. It took me a long time to get to the assistant vice president position and I'm not going to give it up because some lame-o thinks I should be at home making dinner and popping out kids, save that crap for the good little Christian girls that are scared of their own shadow. If I had the time to go out, I would be drinking whiskey and going to the strip club every night, but since I decided to make it in this world the only time I get is the time I'm working. Since I have such a busy schedule, my house is usually a pig sty, one day I was talking to the neighbors, and they mentioned that their son was a lazy slob that just sat around the house all day playing video games and smoking weed. They said they were going to throw him out if he didn't find a job, but it has been three months and he hasn't even started looking for anything. I listened to them put him down for a while and I knew they were waiting for me to offer to help them out and have him clean my place, but I really wasn't interested at all. I wanted someone that actually gave a damn about cleaning my house, not some bum whose parents wanted him to learn responsibility, but for some reason I told them I would give him a week before I went to an agency. The mom said "GREAT! I'll go introduce you." Then ran back into the house and fetched her son. Standing there with the dad he tried to start chatting me up but I was busy working from my phone to care, then the mom came back with this skinny, scruffy haired kid, who looked like shaggy from Scooby doo. He had on a tie died shirt, with sweat bottoms and flip flops, which would have been alright, except that it was the middle of November. "This is Walter." said the neighbor lady. "Hey." He replied with a half ass wave of his hand. I looked him up and down and just shook my head, but what was I going to do. I already told them I would do it for a week but I made sure to put on my phone to call an agency tomorrow because I knew this wasn't going to work. "Ok." I said. Be over at my place tomorrow at 7pm sharp. I'm not big on people that run late. "Ok. 7pm." Walter said with a shrug. "Can I go back to my games now? Jeez!" Then Walter went back inside and up to his room. His mom looked happy, I wished I shared her joy about the situation, and said, "Good. This is going to be good." "Yeah, we'll see. Look I have to get up early tomorrow, so it was great talking to you but I have to go." "Oh we understand," said the dad, "thanks for helping us out. It means a lot. If there is anything we can do for you, just ask" "Sure. Have a nice night." When I got to the house I put my stuff down and immediately called a cleaning service to set up an appointment for them to come out. ____________________________________________ When 7pm rolled around there was a knock on the door and I forgot that Walt was coming over. When I answered the door, there Walt stood wearing jeans, a t-shirt, wearing shoes this time, but looked like he hadn't shaved in a week. "Here I am, 7pm sharp." Walt said with a bit of spirit that I didn't see yesterday. "Look Walt, I know that I told your parents that I would give you a chance but I'm a very busy woman and wasting my time with someone like you is a bad investment. I'm sorry but I already called the cleaning service. They will be here tomorrow." I was getting ready to close the door when he put a hand was on the door keeping it open. "Wait! Look I know that I didn't make the best impression on you the other day and I'm sorry, but I need some money. I'm tired of living with my parents and need to get out of my house. My parents try and make me out to be this piece of shit but I really have been looking for a job for the past three months, no matter what my parents might have told you. I just can't get one because they won't get me some new clothes and the one's I have I've out grown, so every time I go to an interview I look like crap. There has to be something that I can help with? Anything!! I just need some money for clothes and to get myself on my feet." When I looked at him he had a pleading look in his eye and I could tell that he was telling me the truth. The problem was I really didn't want him cleaning my house, but then I had an idea. "How old are you Walt?" I ask him "19",he replies, "Why?" "Come inside and let's talk." I opened the door wider and he walked in with a little bit of a suspicious look on his face. He comes in and I tell him to sit on the couch, which he does. "Do you like wine?" I ask "Umm, sure. I guess." I go to the kitchen and pull out two glasses from the cupboard, pour one of my favorite reds for him and myself then head back to the living room. I hand him the glass before joining him on the couch. I watch him take a sip and can tell that he has never had wine before by the quick cringe that his face makes. "Look, I'm still going to have the cleaning company come tomorrow, just because I like to leave these things to the professionals. Nothing against you, I just feel like they should be the one to clean up my house." "Ok, so what do you want from me?" His suspicion is beginning to grow and well as my excitement. "Well, I'll tell you. I'm a very busy woman and don't really have the time to get out and meet many men. So this is where you come into play. You're going to be my sex toy. Whenever I want sex, you're going to stop whatever it is you're doing and come give it to me. Understand?" The look on his face was priceless. He was in such shock that he almost dropped his glass of wine on the ground. "So you're telling me that you're going to pay me to have sex with you? Isn't that what a whore does?" "That's exactly what I'm telling you. You're going to be my little man whore. See, you're figuring it out already." "How much does it pay?" "Getting right to the point, ok, well that depends on you. How many women have you had sex with? How big is your cock? What are you willing to do sexually? All these things are going to be factors in how much money you make from me. The happier I am, the more you make. I think that's pretty simple." There was a look on his face like he was pondering his situation a bit. The look of being scared was becoming less and less, I could see it in his eyes, and look of intrigue was taking over. "I'm going to answer your questions first before I tell you what I'm looking for out of this deal. First, I've had sex with two women. Second, I haven't measured my cock but the two women that I have had sex with say that it is very satisfying. Finally, I'm very open minded sexually but anything out of the normal, like whips and chains or sex in public is going to cost you more whether you get off or not. Oh and don't think that I'm going to let you put something up my ass without getting paid a shitload of money for it. Understand?" I could see the boy change right in front of my eyes. This wasn't someone that just played video games all day; this was a man that knew what he wanted. He was driven and it was turning me on something fierce. I couldn't help but smile when I responded. "That sounds acceptable. I agree to pay you more for different sex act that are out of the normal." "I want a flat weekly fee as well." "What? I don't even know if you're a good lay or not, and you want me to just agree to paying a weekly fee? I'm not okay with that." "Ok, well, how about this, you can pay me what you think I'm worth but after I learn some things and get better, then we can renegotiate the terms of our agreement. What is a reasonable amount of time before renegotiation can take place? One month, two months?" I was beginning to like him the more he talked and was getting a good feeling about the whole situation. "I think two months is very negotiable. That will give me enough time for you to learn anything you think you need to know and me enough time to evaluate your performances. Two months is perfect." "Two months it is then. Now, I'm thinking forty per fuck." "Twenty." I reply "Thirty-five" he counters I look at him with my eye cocked up, "twenty-five" "Come on. You're making how much money a year? How about thirty?" He said with a stupid smile on his face. I think for a minute then say, "Ok. Thirty it is." We shake hands and I look him in the face and our eyes lock. He looks deep into my eyes, not scared anymore, but like someone that knows what they are doing, a professional, just like myself. We stay there looking at each other and I'm can't take my eyes away for fear of losing control of the situation. "We need more wine, don't we?" He tells me in a low tone voice, not taking his eyes off mine. I finally break the trance to look at my glass and realize that it is empty. Without saying anything more he grabs my glass from my hand and heads to the kitchen. I'm hot and bothered for some reason and I feel a tingling inside of me that I haven't had since I was younger. Walt returns with the fresh glass of wine and hands me back mine, then sits down, except this time he is close enough to me that our knees are touching. "So tell me what you like and are into, so that I know how to make my money." He says this with a devilish grin on his face as he takes a sip of wine. "Well, since you brought it up, I love to have my pussy eaten, the longer the better. I love it when a man can use his tongue and not use any fingers to please me. A creative tongue goes a long way with me, so learn to love the pussy." While I'm speaking, he sets his glass down on the coffee table then turns towards me. He grabs my glass and puts it with his on the table, then turns facing me again, this time his hand moves on my leg and touches my thigh. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter but I try and hold it back, not wanting to lose control of the conversation. "What else do you like?" He says to me while his hand moves up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy. I feel my eye flutter with his touch, but try and push out and answer to his question. "Umm, I love sucking cock and getting fucked hard." Once the words leave my mouth he moves in and kisses me way too hard. He has his tongue down my throat and keeps pushing harder and harder on my face, all the while he is rubbing my pussy and I know he can feel how wet I am from the rubbing. I have to push him off of me a bit and once I do he instantly goes after my neck. Kissing and swirling around in different directions. It isn't too bad but the stubble on his face is starting to bother me. "You need to stay shaven." He lets out a little laugh then replies, "Okay. I can do that." He moves down to my breast where he unbuttons my blouse and pulls it back behind me. While he is back there he fumbles around with my bra, it takes him a time or two but finally he gets it free and pulls it off my chest. He stands back and looks at my tits like they are the first pair he has ever seen before then he starts grabbing them and sucking them so hard and fast that it almost makes me upset. When he reaches my nipples and pinches them way to hard I have to say something. "Woah, slow down there tiger. They are attached and that does hurt, so take it easy." "Sorry." He says, dumbfounded. I'm not sure this is going to work out as well as I thought, but then he tries again and this time he is soft and sensual. Licking my nipples with his tongue while massaging my tits with his hands, which happen to be larger than I thought. "Mmmmm, that's better." He stays on my tits for a while then moves down to my suit pants. Again, he fumbles around with the zipper and tries to yank them off, almost making me fall off the couch, but when he finally gets them down he realizes that I still have my shoes on and again looks dumbfounded. Jeez, what did I agree to? He grabs my shoes and tosses them over his shoulder and I almost gasp when they barely miss the television, not really because of the television but more because they are my brand new Louboutin's. This kid better learn how to do this better or I won't have anything nice left. He looks up at me with a smile and I respond with a half ass grin. Just waiting on you buddy, I think to myself. He comes back up to my panties and pulls them down in one smooth motion. Well, at least he can't mess that up. He looks at my pussy and pushes his head down into my box. He starts licking and sucking at a pace that is almost irritating; not really concentrating on one area or trying to stay in one spot, he is just all over the place. I try and look past it and enjoy the attention, but it is difficult when there isn't much of an effort being made on his part to figure it all out. He started with so much potential and now this? I think I will have him get naked and hope that there is something under his pants that make this worth my time. "Stop. Stand up and take off your clothes." I think he can hear the anger in my voice and is a little taken back by it. "Umm, ok. Is there something wrong?" "Yes, but we will talk about it after this is all over. Now stop talking and take off your clothes." He stands up and nearly falls over the coffee table almost spilling the wine. He pushes the coffee table back in a bit of a fever, again almost spilling the wine glasses. While moving the coffee table he kicks his shoes off towards the door. They make a loud thump noise and leave a mark on my white door. He smiles but I don't. He sees me not smiling and pulls his shirt over his head. I look at his body and can hardly believe that anyone can be that skinny. He has some good height, taller than six foot I figure, but he couldn't weight more than one hundred and thirty pounds. I try and look impressed as he slowly undoes his buckle and pants, which instead of pulling down he just sort of wiggles his legs and lets them fall to the floor. I look at his fruit of the loom underwear and see a decent size bulge. This might work out, if this kid can get his shit straight. I watch him take a breath while he has his thumbs in his waistband and then he pulls down his tightie whites all the way down to his ankles. When he bends back up I look down at his cock and I looked like it could be something that is satisfying. It dangled down his thigh and looked like it was about six inches when it was semi hard, so I was guessing it was more like eight when it was at full attention. There was something that did make me a little gaggy. It didn't look like he trimmed his pubic hair ever. There was this huge bush of hair that was all over the base of his cock and some hairs that was even as long as his cock. I was totally turned off by it. "So," He said looking at me with a stupid look on his face, "do you want to suck it?" "Not really." I replied. "That jungle down there has to go. I'm not saying you have to shave if off, but you definitely need to give it a good trim. Get that cock hard and come fuck me before I lose interest and kick you the fuck out." The look on his face was almost funny. "How should I get it hard if you're not going to suck it?" "Same way all guys get their dicks hard when they don't have a woman, jerk that bad boy off. Don't worry; I'm going to play with my pussy, since you failed in that department too." The look on a man's face when they find out that they are not the little Casanova's that they think they are is priceless. I almost thought a tear was forming in his eye. I'm not sure but if he doesn't get better, maybe paying the extra for his ass might be worth it, just to watch him cry. I began to start playing with my pussy with my eyes closed; I don't think I could look at the hairy monster anymore. I began moaning as I touched my clit and rubbed my wet pussy. I began thinking of who I wanted in front of me, a tall hansom man that was clean shaven and could get hard on command. I began to start getting hot and worked up when I heard Walt say, "I'm hard. Can I fuck you now?" I broke from my trance and looked at his rock hard cock, it looked wonderful but I couldn't get over all the hair, so I told him "Sure. I guess." When he got between my legs I felt his cock against the opening of my pussy and before I knew what was happening, he slammed his cock inside of me and started pumping as hard and as fast as he could. I wanted to push him off of me but suddenly I felt him tighten up and a few strong shots of cum entered my body. "Did you really just cum inside of me? Oh my god! You better not have anything or I'm suing the shit out of you and your family. GOD!!! What a waste of my time. Get the fuck off of me and get the fuck out!" I pushed him off of me, which wasn't that difficult because he weighed nothing and immediately went to the bathroom to get as much cum out of me as I could. When I came back he was on his knees gathering up his clothes from the ground. When he looked up as saw me, he stopped collecting his clothes and said, "Could you please at least let me know where I could improve?" "Where can I start? You don't know how to eat pussy, you cum too damn fast, you throw your shit around my house like a damn baboon and you are a skinny little fuck. Jesus Crist, eat a damn sandwich now and again." When I looked at him again he really was crying. Shit! I walked up to him and told him to sit on the couch and we will go though it a bit before he leaves. He didn't look at me he just kept his head looking at the ground with tears running down his face. "Look, don't think of tonight as the end of the world, think of it more as a starting point. Here I will make a list of things for you to improve on over the next two months, and if you're really dedicated about doing this then you should have no problem figuring these things out." I went to the kitchen and grabbed one of my yellow notepads and began writing. When I was through writing there wasn't much room left on the single page of paper. I tore it out and handed it to him. He took it then said, "Wow, is there anything that you did like about tonight?" "Yes, you started off well with the eye contact. I was so horny and wet before we even started that you probably could have made me cum just from touching me in the right way." "That's it?" He said sounding a little disappointed. "What about my cock? Did you like it?" "I did. Well, from the parts that weren't covered by all the pubic hair. It's a nice looking cock." When I said this he started to cheer up a bit, then he looked down at the list of things again, but this time actually taking the time to read some of the comments. There was a long pause but then he said, "Ok. I can make this work if you have faith in me. Will you still give me two months to correct me mistakes?" "If you think that you have it inside of you to change, then yay, I'll give you two months." He didn't say anything; he just continued to look at the paper. Then he spoke, "I know this is going to sound a bit wrong of me to ask, but is there any way that I could get the first three payments in advance?" He asked with a shrug in his shoulders and a stupid look on his face. Neighbors Helping Neighbors Ch. 02 Closing the door to Miss Terry's house I couldn't help but be a little pissed off. Who does she think she is talking to me like that? I'm starting to understand why her husband left her in the first place. Cold hearted bitch!! I get kicked out and left with this laundry list of things that I need to do, nothing that she needs to do, everything that I need to do. I'm done with this. I'm taking her money and telling her to get bent. This whole thing was her idea in the first place!! Now she is going to get all pissy with me because I'm not the greatest sexual person she is ever had? Well excuse me for not being a whore!! I undo the lock to the house and before the door is all the way open I'm met by my mom's voice. "How did it go honey?" She says with way too much excitement. "When are you going to start working? How much is she paying you? Do you need anything from us?" The barrage of questions was a little much after the already disappointing night, "It's not that much, mom. Can I get inside please?" My mom soon realizes that she is crowding the doorway, "Oh, sorry Wally. Come in and tell me." "There isn't much to say" I turn and close the door and face my mother. "She said she wasn't feeling me cleaning her house but said that she would call me if there was anything else that needed to be done, like cleaning the gutters and raking up leaves. Nothing too serious." My mom looked at me with an angry face, "That isn't what we agreed upon! I should walk right over there and speak my mind to her." I watched as my mom grabbed her coat to head outside, I almost wanted to let her go just to interrupt Miss Terry's masturbation session but I thought better of it. I grab my mom's coat and put it back in the closet. "Just let it go. At least she agreed to help me out a little bit. I'll take what I can get until I find something more permanent." She still looked a bit upset but calmed down a bit. When she took a couple of deep breathes she said, "You're right, I guess. You better be looking for something permanent!! I'm tired of looking at you." I couldn't help but be a little relieved watching my mother walk back to the living room with my dad, who hadn't moved from his chair and newspaper. I began to head up the stairs to my room when my mom shouted, "Do something about your hair!! I'm sure that you looking like a shitbag didn't help your cause any." I roll my eyes and make my way up to my bedroom. I push my door open and relief floods over my whole body. I'm back in my sanctuary. I crumple up the yellow paper and throw it in the trash. I'm done with that crap. I walk over to my bed and flop down in the middle, staring at the ceiling and the bright red Ferrari that I look at and dream about every night. I close my eyes and dream about the top down, cruising through some curvy road on the coast of France with some beautiful dark haired woman in the passenger's seat. I'm stuck in a trance of happiness when I suddenly open my eyes and begin to think, how can I get that kind of money? This is really kind of good thing I have going here, how can I improve on that? I sit up from my bed and eyeball the lone crumpled piece of paper that is in my garbage can and a begin thinking about what future can come from that one piece of paper. I think about all my friends and the jobs that they do flipping burgers, construction, or working as some bus boy in some crappy restaurant for minimum wage, and I don't want that. I want to be someone else and that paper is the key. I walk over and pull the paper out of the can, as I do I also end up pulling a piece of gum that is attached to the bottom of the can but is also attached to my paper. I grab another piece of paper and wrap it around the gum and yank the whole gob of gum off of my key to success. I throw the gum paper in the can and unfold the yellow paper on my desk and begin to read through some of the things that were highlighted thinking that I might be able to knock of few of them out tonight. I already know what the first thing is going to be on the list, so I go to the bathroom and grab the hair clippers set that my dad uses to shave his head. I know it is pretty fucked up to trim your pubes with your dads clippers, but I'm sure there is a long list of people that my dad has pissed off that will get a warm feeling deep in their hearts knowing that someone is getting back at him somehow. Heading back to my room with clippers in hand I feel something that I haven't felt in a long time, drive. I know what I want to do and I'm going for it and there is nobody that is going to stop me. Getting back to my room, immediately close my door and lock it. I throw the clippers on the bed and close the curtain to my window. I look at the full body mirror that is hanging on the back of my door and start to flex my arms. I try for all it is worth but I can't even get a little bump to appear on my arms. I think to myself, screw this, I need a no bullshit assessment of what I have and what I want to have, so I take off my shirt and throw it on the floor. I undo my pants and pull my pants and my underwear down all at the same time. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror and see my socks still on, so I reach over and pull them off and toss them over with my pile of clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror I began to understand why Miss Terry was so disappointed; I looked kind of nasty. How is it possible to be six foot two and be this skinny? You could see my ribs for god sake. I have to do something about this, I thought, but first thing is first. I gaze at the hair that surrounds my cock and balls and know that it must go. I grab the clippers and plug them into the wall socket and then I grab my garbage can and put it under where I'm going to be shaving my pubes. I turn on the clippers and look at the patch of pubic hair one more time before I begin to start shaving. I begin by taking off small pieces at a time instead of trying to shave it all off at once because I really don't want to nik something that I will need in the future. Slowly I trim the hair from the top of my dick stopping every once in a while to take a look in the mirror at the work I'm doing. When I'm satisfied at how the top of my cock looks I begin working around my sides and my balls. My balls hang down fairly low, so I lift them up one side at a time and trim them down to as close as I'm comfortable without shaving them completely. I lift my balls all the way up and take the trimmer and start at my asshole and shave forward towards my balls. I run the trimmer over my asshole and between my legs a few more times until I feel satisfied. I turn around and have my ass facing the mirror and slowly begin shaving my ass. It isn't too difficult because I don't have that much hair on my ass cheeks, but I figure since I'm here might as well make sure there is nothing for her to complain about next time. I move the trimmers up and down over my ass cheeks and make every attempt to clean off any hair from my ass. I turn around once I think my ass is well enough and turn off the trimmers. I stand in front of the mirror and look at my package and I feel awesome! I have never trimmed my pubes before and the first thing I notice was how wonderful the feeling of fresh air finding its way through all my freshly shaven areas. I look down at my cock and think, where have you been all this time? You look absolutely amazing. I reached down and grab my cock with my hand and squeeze it until it begins to swell up. I lift it up and let it flop down and dangle back between my legs. I rock my hips until my cock and balls are both swinging in rhythm to my movement; slapping up against my stomach and then back behind to my asshole. I'm not sure if it is the swinging or air that is rushing through but I'm starting to get turned on by it all. I can't help but enjoy the fresh feeling of my cock and balls being nice and clean cut and soon find myself closing my eyes and stroking my cock. I begin to think about how I should have fucked Miss Terry, taking my time and slowly eating out her sweet pussy while I my hand play with her nice big tits. I lick her pussy and suck on her clit making her squirm and shift in the couch and right before her body tenses up I stop and look her in her green eyes. I want to pull her up so that her auburn hair will flow over me but instead I get up on my knees and tickle her pussy with my fat cock. I open my eyes, because I want to see just how fat of a cock I really have, and look in the mirror and am completely amazed. My cock is standing hard as a rock looking back at me. I turn to the side and check myself out to see what it looks like from the side and it is amazing looking. I must stand out to eight inches. I have to know so instead of guessing I go to my drawer and grab a ruler. I put the ruler on top of my cock with the base of the ruler pressed against my lower abdomen and have to flatten out my cock because it has a little bend in it. I measure to the tip and it reads eight and three quarter inches. Wow! I look down and measure across my cock and it measures almost three inches across, so I figure it is about five to six inches around. I know now why I got another chance at this whole man whore thing. I turn back to the mirror and figure I better finish what I started, now that I know what kind of a monster I'm working with, and start to jerk off my cock again. This time, though, I don't close my eyes; I look at myself in the mirror and start jerking as hard as I can. I start talking to image of myself in the mirror, "You like that hard cock, you stuck up little slut?! Yeah you do! I see it in your eyes that you want this cock to fill you up. Take as much as you can so you get your money's worth!" I feel my balls start to tighten up so my mirror conversation changes. "You want my cum? Take all of it down your fucking throat you fucking slut!" I start shooting cum everywhere. The first shot lands on my chest in the mirror, the second lands on the edge of the garbage can. The last two shoot on the carpet in front of me. I look at all the cum around the room and grab an old shirt and begin wiping it all up. First I cleaned the carpet, then the garbage, but when I get to the mirror I look at the huge glob of cum attached and for some reason I felt the need to take a taste. I'm not sure what got over me but I put my finger in the middle and scooped up a piece putting it in my mouth before I could talk myself out of it. It didn't taste at all what I thought it would and the consistency in my mouth just didn't feel right, but I swallowed it anyway. Yuck!! Well at least I know I don't like men's cum. I wiped the remaining off the mirror and the tip of my cock and threw the shirt in the pile of all the other clothes. I found a pair of sweats in my drawer and threw them on before I grabbed my dad's trimmers to wipe them off the best I could. When I was happy with my cleanup job I returned them back to the bathroom where they belonged, trying to make them look about the same as when I got them. I got back to my room and decided to check off something from the list from the yellow paper. I scratched off the number one thing: Clean up pubic area, and I felt a little bit happy at being able to accomplish that even though it was something easy. I decided to look at the rest of the yellow list and pulled out another piece of paper to write down how I was going to accomplish the items on the yellow list. I figured the white sheet of paper would be things that I needed to accomplish on a daily basis, so it would change daily. The first things on the list are: Get cell phone, find some decent clothes, hygiene items (razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, comb) , haircut. I also added exercise to the list; I figured if I needed to get into shape then the only way to do so would be to work out every day. The only problem with that is I'm a total gamer and I haven't worked out a day in my life, so I went online and did some research on exercises and what will do what for your body. I sat down and read every article on exercises to perform, what diets get the best results, and how often I should conduct my work out. I was so engulfed in how to get into shape that I didn't even bother to look at the time, one fifteen in the morning. Shit, I thought, if I'm going to start getting serious about this then I better get some sleep. I threw my notes together on my desk and turned off the computer but left out the list of things that needed to be done tomorrow. Then I laid down on my bed, looking up at the Ferrari and smiling as I dosed off to sleep. Neighbors Helping Neighbors I looked him in the eyes, "If you tell me why, then I think we can work something out." "I want to get some clothes, hygiene stuff and a cell phone, so you don't have to call my parents when you want to see me and so I can knock a few things from this list." That sounded reasonable, so I went to my wallet and pulled out ninety dollars and handed it to him. "There you go. Let me know when you get your new number so I can call you." He grabbed the money and shoved it in his pants pockets that he was still holding on to. He looked up at me and said thanks, then stood up and proceeded to put on his clothes. I was still naked but I decided to go upstairs and finish what he couldn't. "When you get done putting your clothes back on feel free to let yourself out and remember to give me your cell phone number when you get one." I didn't wait for him to answer I just walked up stairs towards my room, thinking to myself, what did I just agree to?