Darn it. Had known moving into this quiet village meant becoming a mix of a lonely housewife and a hermit, then I wouldn’t have let my husband Joey talk me to it. But I love that guy so much I caved when he said moving is important to his job right now. It’s just that… this place is too dull! And I already miss my housewife friends back in our old house in the city…
But not to worry. I just found a cure to this stupid boredom—and right before Joey leaves on a weeklong business trip. If my observation during our first few days is correct, the house beside ours belongs to a middle-aged married couple with two sons. And if I remember our first day here right, those two boys couldn’t keep their eyes off me… That’s why every warm weekday afternoon, when I’m all alone in the house, I give them a little show. Each of their bedroom windows oversee our clear backyard where we hang our laundry to dry. By the way, one of the boys is in high school, while the other is in college. So far I only have one audience at a time, and they both think I don’t notice that they’re watching (and probably wanking). Now if they see me pinning our clothes they know it’s a sign that the show’s about to begin. I may be lonely but I can still be one helluva naughty wife…
So what’s so special about this mini program? Nothing much, really… I just hang our laundry like this:
— Sonia