Maryanne moved into the house across the street from mine just a few months ago.

I saw the trucks parked outside one day, but I didn’t meet her until a few weeks later, when we happened to be picking up our morning papers from our driveways at the same time. She was wearing a terry cloth robe, and when I smiled and waved, she uncrossed her arms to wave back. That move made her robe fall open, revealing her totally naked body.

Shocked to the core, I stood there stunned.  I gave the universe a mental high-five, assuming it was a lucky accident, but then she winked and smiled at me. Maryanne bent to pick up her paper, and then crossed the street. She extended her hand and shook mine, her robe still slightly open as we exchanged names.

“I’ve always wanted to flash a stranger,” she... Read More