On Christmas Eve evening it is raining. I walk into the apartment, and I close the door. As if someone was watching me, the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"You need to come over an screw me." says Claire on the phone.
"Screw?" I reply, and I look out my window. Claire is standing in the window in her underwear, across the street at the Bella Arms Apartments, with its delicate scroll-work on pastel faded facade. As I look at her curves I notice a lot of other people are looking at her, in the street.
"Come over an fuck me right now." says Claire on the phone, gyrating with special emphasis in the lighted window, for everyone to see.
I hang up, and I go to the bathroom.
In the middle of my sojourn, I hear a knocking a the door. It is three pissed off policemen.
"Would you please go see the lady across the way?"
"Why?"
"Or we'll arrest her."
It is lightly raining. I go across the way, past the transmitting news-truck and the crowd of people, into the Bella Arms. When I slam the door to Claire's apartment, she wraps her legs around me.
"I'm glad you didn't want them to arrest me." says Claire, nibbling on my earlobe.
The crowd outside roars with approval, and this reminds me everyone on the street can see us. Claire feels nice. What the hell can you do? I close the blinds.
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