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    At the next light I take a right. See, I can do this adventure, be spontaneous thing, I think to myself.  It’s a residential area.  I do as Grams asked and look at the houses.  The houses are quaint, nice family homes.  Grams would like them.  I take pictures of a couple I think she would really like and hope no one sees me.  That’s all I need is someone thinking I’m some creep taking pictures of their house or kid.  The paparazzi would have a field day with that.
    Taking a few more turns, I see a couple other neighborhoods and go over a river that I have to admit looks like a good fishing spot.  I loved fishing before life got so hectic and I had to worry about where I went, who saw me, and who I was seen with.  There are a few fields here and there where corn and other vegetables are growing.  Grams had always grown her own vegetables.  They are so much better than what you get at the store.  She would really love it here.  I’m loving is all the trees.  They’re everywhere.  They’re behind houses, in front of them, along the roads.  They give off the illusion of… privacy.   The one thing I lack in my life and the one thing I crave.
    Driving a few more minutes, I drive into a neighborhood that catches my eye.  It’s a bit more upscale and newer than the others I had been seeing.  Taking a left, I drive into it.  The homes are striking.  They’re all multidimensional, but also look like they blend into the scenery, like they belong somehow.  And, instead of being on top of each other like most developments, they have big yards.  Yards that were made for families to grow up in.  I find myself slowing the truck down to gawk at every house and take pictures of a few.  In a different life, this is where I could picture myself living.  Hell, in this life, if my life were different, I would like to live here.  Whoever built these houses is a genius.  Thanking God that it’s early and that I’m not disturbing anyone, I continue to drive up and down each road and cul-de-sac of the development, staring in awe at the pure beauty of the homes.  I have never been one to look at homes and use the word beauty before, but I’m stunned by it now.  Driving up to the last turn off, Monroe Circle, I feel a pang of sadness that there won’t be any more of the development to look at after this.  I soon notice this cul-de-sac is like the last one and only has one house on it.  Again, the house is striking and it’s big.  The biggest one yet.  Must be the builder’s house.  The yard is perfect.  I love how the whole front of the yard lining the road is covered in day lilies in varying shades of yellow and orange.  The lilies make me think of my mom.  Fitting for the day.  Grams needs to see this.  I’m so lost in prepping my cell phone to get a picture that I almost don’t see the person in the driveway.
    I freeze, my hand half way up my window.  Holy ass.  Wow.  Not only are the homes and yards gorgeous, but I think I have just seen the most beautiful backside ever.  No more than thirty feet from me, a tiny thing with denim shorts barely covering her perfect rear is pulling groceries from her vehicle.  Now, Grams raised me to be a gentleman… not that you’d know that by the thoughts racing through my mind.  I pull into her driveway without even thinking what I’ll use for an excuse to be there and hop out of my truck.  I’m being pulled to this mystery woman… or mystery ass.  All I know is I have to go to her.
    Pulling in behind her, I get an even better view of her delectable assets and I’m more than impressed.  Maybe a bored little housewife is just what I need to get my mind off Vic.  I can leave this part of my adventure out of the tale when I talk to Grams later.  No other car in the driveway, could be in the garage, but that’s easy enough to find out.  Just