"Hello?"

Sophie was standing at her front door.

She heard Yorgie, the maintenance man, working.

Silence.

Her senses were very keen and she knew he was there. She could feel a presence of another human being.

But she could also smell his familiar cologne, that he overly sprayed on his person.

She giggles. "Im just blind not a monster."

"Oh... sorry.. I know. You are no monster." He has a thick eastern european accent. He is nervous.

"Im Sophie..." She offers out her dainty hand in the direction of his voice.

Yorgie is nervous, not only because he is a 55 year old man kneeling in front of a pretty blonde blind girl... or/and because this pretty blonde blind girl has an Aunty that constantly gives him the stink eye...

But more importantly... Sophie is standing out of her door way in a T shirt, that isnt covering up her nice lacey boy shorts enough to not be seen or noticed.

He looks around to see if its okay...

Then he shakes her hand.

"Yorgie... My name is Yorgie." His hand shake and demeanor is humble.

"I like your accent..."She smiles.

"I like yours too..."He jokes.

They both laugh.

Yorgie moves his head left to right, making sure the girl was really blind.

Even though she did not have that familiar look of the blind ( darker shaded eye area or slightly indented)...

Her eyes pointed forward... or usually in the direction of a sound, like Yorgies voice.

"You want to come inside and have some lemonade?" Sophie was desperate for companionship.

"Uhm... I --" He knew that it would not look good if he was in this blind girls apartment - alone. Just not a good idea.

"Pleaaaase Yorgie... I made it myself... and Im bored... I dont have any friends..." She pouted... and in doing so her T shirt went just a little higher revealing a red lacy waist band. He sees her belly button.

"Why no friends?" Yorgied worry turn to suprise. "You pretty girl???"

His accent really makes her smile.

"Thank you Yorgie, but if you come in I can tell you..."

She turns around to go back into her apartment. Her small rounded butt was near see through in her white boy shorts with the thin lacy waist band.

Yorgi, and no man on the entire planet, would not have-NOT followed that cute shifting butt back into any apartment.

Yorgies little head took over, unable to process consequence, and guided him behind the girl.

She smelt great, as he closes the door behind them.

"Yorgi, have a seat... do you want a lot of ice?"

Yorgie is scoping out the apartment, fearful. He cannot stay too long... really.

"Uhm yes... but let me help you."He remembered that she was blind and quickly tried to help.

"No no... Yorgie... your a guest... I can do it..." She insists.

He sits on the couch watching the girls nice figure... underneath that T. Her legs, especially her calves, were nice... pure pale, with no blemish.

Moments later she comes out with two glasses of lemonade.

She sits next to Yorgi as she hands him his drink.

He is impressed at her precision and ability to manuever...

"I hope you like it..."

He takes a sip. It was SUPER SOUR. His face showed it all... but -

"Good... thank you Sophie."He was a polite man.

"My Aunty works usually till 6... and Im just here... bored."She sips her drink, tonguing the glass.

Yorgie watches, as he counts down the time he had before 6pm. It was 230pm.

Her tongue turned him on.

He took another sour sip.

Her bare legs were just a leg away... and he looked many times at them...

"So... why you have no friends Sophie?"

She sighs. "People I guess freak out and dont know how to... be with a blind person.... they get nervous... then they end up avoiding me." She tongues her drink again.

Yorgi shifts in his seat. Her tongue is flirty, her leg soooo close.

"But how about that handsome black boy that visits you on Sundays... he is your age... very good look... strong." He sips the sour beverage.

"Who? Sundays?" She wonders... but she gets it. Marcus.

Oh my gosh! Sophie tries to contain herself.

Now she understands why her Aunty insisted that she stayed after TWO sermons and sit in on boring classes on the WORD every Sunday... while she did her "special work"? She had the apartment to herself with her Marcus for a good two hours!

That bitch.

"No... Marcus isnt my friend." She calms herself.

Confused Yorgie continues. "You are very pretty girl... dont worry no problem... no boyfriend?"

She blushes. "Noooooo...." She leans on Yorgi, then leaned off.

"I have to make friends first." She shly looks down, crossing her legs. "Can you be my friend?"