This story happened to me back in the 90s. Angelina and I had just gotten married. We were both 22 years old. So, we were looking for a house. We found a nice house in a new neighborhood that my wife liked. The owner of the house was a 62-year-old black man.
After our deal was finalized, Derek asked us to help him move some things out of the basement that he had forgotten when he moved in. So we agreed. The basement was quite nice, heated, and clean. Besides the washing machine, a pool table and a small sofa was there.
Apparently, he had hosted some nice get-togethers there at one point. My wife dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. We had already moved some things out and then decided to relax. She made sandwiches. Derek also had beer in the small refrigerator.
My wife rarely drank, so she got a little tipsy. It looked quite cute. She was sitting on the couch and smile, while Derek and I were talking about the renovation. Then I went up to the bathroom and got more sandwich bread from the kitchen.
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