The Neighborhood Chapter One: This is us

We were four recent, white (and broke) college grads who met when we all started work as IT consultants in a middling-sized firm downtown. Josh, Paul, Randy and I (I?m Bill) saved money by finding a house to rent together. The place would never win any architectural awards, and we decided the plumbing was probably out of the 19 th century. Four bedrooms, three baths, a backyard with a patio, and, as they say, location, location, location. It came with a neighborhood to die for. The whole thing was gated and entry was limited to those over the age of eighteen. Even the convenience Acıbadem escort store clerks had to be eighteen. Did I forget to mention that the entire neighborhood was clothing optional? That, of course, did not influence our decision to rent the house. Well, at least not much. Except for Paul, most of us were pretty ordinary-looking. Paul was six-three, swimmer?s build, dark hair and never had to work out. Five-foot-nine Randy, blond and fit, worked out religiously. The girls still flocked to Paul. Josh was a red-head, five-ten, and Kaynarca escort bayan a bit stocky. Me, I?m five-eleven, eminently forgettable brown hair, and an even more forgettable average body. We ranged in age from 22 to 24. None of us displayed any symptoms of hypogonadism. That?s a fancy word for ?testosterone deficiency.? We fucked our way through everything in a skirt, everything that owned a skirt, and everything that could spell skirt in seven tries or less. OK, maybe eight. Or nine. Some girls just deserve extra chances. After Escort Aydınlı six weeks we had all acquired steady girlfriends. Not that we were looking for love, but it beat the shit out of nightly quim-hunting and muff-trapping in the local bars. And it was infinitely better than buffing the banana every night. Paul, of course, got the beauty queen. She was statuesque ? just half an inch shorter than Paul, - black as midnight and had a smile that rivaled a supernova. Lucy worked as a financial advisor in her uncle?s firm downtown. She was so much smarter than any of us that we were afraid to make a pass. Not that Paul would beat the crap out of any of us (we hoped), it?s just that we were intimidated. I once asked her how her day was going; ?Felicitously and riant,? she replied. I told her I was sorry but I had an urgent need to consult a dictionary. Veronica was dating Josh.