If The Price Sounds Too Good To Be True, Then It Is Too Good To Be True. I Learned That The Hard Way.

Update

I’m still not sure what’s going on across the street, but it’s gotten much worse.

I stayed up watching whatever I thought might keep me enthralled. Part of the awesome-bachelor-pad-package had to include a 55″ 4K TV, so I lined up a blu-ray watchlist and got a little drunk. After Fifth Element and a little over halfway through Inception, I had run low on my sixth Shiner and was running high on stored urine. I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

After taking a piss, I headed back into the kitchen and grabbed another Prickly Pear. I had just popped the cap off when I made the mistake of passing my gaze by the window. There was a single red light on in the window across the street. I caught a quick glimpse of two people this time. I ignored it and went right back to Inception. It was the hallway scene, and I fucking love that scene, but I couldn’t focus on a single second of the movie. Instead, I found myself trying to use my peripherals to spy those big, dangerous windows that had been such a selling point when I had first seen the place.

Finally, I couldn’t deny myself any longer, and I shot up and approached the window. I put my free hand up on the glass and leaned in to diminish the reflection and glare. There were the two dark figures, moving from one room to another in the dim light. I couldn’t make out any of their exact features, but it was obvious they were a man and woman. They headed into a red-lit bedroom with a big king-sized bed and billowing white sheets. I couldn’t see a ton of the room, but it didn’t look anything like my apartment. Everything except for a Spider-man poster that I have. And in just about the same spot in my room. In the red light, I could see more of the couple. She had dark skin, raven hair, and a red two piece that definitely complimented her slender but supple figure. He had shoulder length hair and a stylish blue pinstripe suit. The angle she was in covered his face, and I couldn’t see hers very well either. She sat him down on the bed, her back to the window. She started to slowly undress down to lingerie that could hardly be said to be clothing at all. She swayed in a slow and sexy rhythm, shaking her ass back and forth as she tossed her clothes aside.

I had completely forgotten about the night before. Not a thought to what I had seen in that exact same condo just 24 hours ago. An ass like the one she had will kinda’ do that to you. I suppose the Shiner wasn’t helping any either. She bent over and pushed the lucky bastard in the suit down onto the bed. I took a hefty swig of the beer and leaned into the window even more, pressing my forehead against the cold glass. It looked like she either handcuffed or tied his hands to the bed frame. Some classic kinky stuff. I was not disappointed in the direction this was headed. Then, she sat back up again, and said something before getting up and walking away from the bed. The man in bed leaned his head up to watch her go, and I would’ve done the same if I hadn’t then seen his face. It was me again. Even in the somewhat dim red light, I could immediately recognize my features. The thin eyebrows, slim jaw and cheekbones, and dark eyes. The hair was much longer, and he was clean shaved. But it was definitely me. I chugged the rest of the Shiner frantically, hoping the alcohol would just make me pass out and I could forget this moment. No such luck.