When I opened my front door I was greeted by a woman I’d never seen before. Overall, she was rather nondescript looking, with the notable exception of her eyes, which were a blue color the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was last snorkeling in Grand Cayman Island’s crystal clear, cerulean waters.
“I’m your new neighbor,” she announced, holding out her hand for me to shake. “My name is Chastity.”
“Nice to meet you, Chastity,” I said, shaking her outreached hand. “I’m Ted.”
“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ted,” she said. “I just moved into the townhouse next door two days ago and some of my kitchen appliances aren’t working. I think it might be a fuse and I was wondering if you have any spares.”
“I doubt that it’s a fuse,” I told her. “All of these townhomes in this development have circuit breakers. You probably just need to flip the breaker to the on position.”
“I’m not very handy,” she said, opening her amazingly beautiful eyes wide. “Would you mind coming next door and showing me how to do that circuit breaker thing you’re talking about?”
“Not at all,” I said. With that I grabbed the key to my front door, stepped out, and followed her to her house.
“So where is the circuit breaker located?” she asked.
“In my unit, the circuit box is located at the back of the master bedroom closet,” I said, “so I assume yours is there, too.”
Chastity grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I opened up the walk-in closet door, headed to the back of the closet, separated Chastity’s hanging clothes, and found the circuit box. “Here it is,” I said, calling Chastity over to see it. I opened up the circuit box door. “We’re lucky. The previous owner labeled all the breakers.”
I quickly found the applicable circuit breakers and flipped them. Chastity stood facing me, put her arms around my neck, and planted a tender kiss on my lips. “Nice to meet you, neighbor,” she said.
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