Page 24 of Fighting My Demons

“Bella, I am going home to get changed,” I call out to her through the door.

“Yep,” she says.

“I will be back soon.”

Yet something is seriously off with her; I can sense her fear even through the closed bathroom door. Shaking my head, knowing we will hear her through the walls if she screams out, I quickly escape her apartment, locking the door behind me only to hear a shrill shriek. My head snaps in the direction down the corridor to see a little old lady. Her hand is clutching her eyes, her handbag dropped on the concrete at her feet, along with her bags of fruit. She must have been to the fruit stall that sits on the corner of this street and the one over.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” I ask her, walking over, picking up her handbag, and placing it on her shoulder before picking up her bag of apples.

Only for one to escape and roll off. I chase after it, catching the red apple before it rolls down the steps. Turning around, the old woman is staring through the gaps of her fingers, her face stained red.

“Caught it,” I tell her rubbing it on my shorts to clean it, only to feel skin.

Looking down, I remember I am naked. That would explain the weird draft caressing my balls and ass. Well, I might as well keep going. She has seen this much of me already.

“Here, ma’am,” I tell her, passing her the bag of apples, but she doesn’t take it and instead grabs the one from my hand. I instantly regret not jamming it in the bag when she takes a bite out of it.

“Been a while since I saw one of those. Gave me quite the shock.” She laughs nervously.

I am pretty sure my eyebrows go into my hairline somewhere and I suddenly feel nervous as her eyes look me up and down, her false teeth biting into the apple I’ve just rubbed on my thigh.

“Ah, ma’am,” I tell her, covering my junk from her gaze.

“Oh, I forgot,” she says, grabbing the bag from my hands.

I go to turn around when she speaks. Goddamn it!

“I don’t suppose you would mind helping an oldie like me and running my bag of rubbish down to the bin for me?” she asks.

I look at her before smiling. “Sure, I will just go chuck some pants on.”

“Oh, it's just in the kitchen. You can grab it now,” she says, stepping inside her apartment.

I glance back at my apartment door before looking back at her.

“You can come on in. I don’t bite.”

Yeah, because you’ve got no teeth left.

I step into her apartment, and it smells like a nursery home. She places her handbag down before rustling with the bin while I stand there awkwardly, trying to shield myself. When she looks over her shoulder, her face is level with my flaccid cock. I clear my throat, and she looks away.

“Bet you don’t have much trouble with ladies.”

“Not sure about the ladies, but my boyfriend enjoys it,” I tell her, creeped the fuck out by her.

“Oh, now that does sound interesting. I will have to stop by and meet him,” she says.

She hands me the bag, and I nod to her.

“Such a helpful young chap.”

“Good day, ma’am,” I tell her, heading for the door when I feel a pinch making me jump.

“I will stop by one day,” she calls as I rub my ass.

I can’t believe the old fossil pinched me. I rush from her apartment only for Latham to stick his head out, looking both ways as I step out of the old duck's place. He raises an eyebrow at me as I shove past him.

“Care to explain?” he chuckles.