Chapter 2

Like clockwork, the moaning and groaning wakes me up past 1 a.m. and I have to work in the morning. This time, I turn around in bed a few times, and decide that if I can't beat them, I may as well join them.

Heather agrees. She seems particularly twitchy when I dip my fingers between my folds and start rubbing on her. The noises from next door spur me on and before long, I'm coming just as hard as the chick neighbor-guy is banging.

Stress free and relaxed, I play with the soft curls that adorn Heather's surroundings wondering if it would be a good idea to give her a good trim, but then I decide "fuck it." We aren't getting any action right now, and Heather looks kind of cute with her long hair.

This is what keeps me up at night. I need a life, and fast.

Sometime past three, I fall asleep and wake up for work a few hours later. I'm groggy and disoriented when I walk into work. No amount of coffee will turn this day around, that's for damn sure.

Luckily, the day flies by. I work and keep quiet except when James calls for me, and by the time I make it home, I'm just glad to see my bed.

My room is hot and humid, the fan not keeping up with the heat wave that seems to have hit Seattle these past few days, so chancing the loud neighborhood, I decide to open the window.

"What the fuck?" The words fly out of my mouth and echo in the alley between my building and the one next door.

There, on the ledge of the window sill across from my own, is a dildo.

No, scratch that, that cannot be a dildo. It's cock shaped, but there is no way in hell it fits inside any human woman. The thing is huge.

"Jesus mother of fuck…" My words are muffled as I press my hand to my mouth. He can't just have left that there for everyone to see, right? Seriously?

I mean, sure it's his apartment. He can adorn his windows with whatever he wants, but that thing is at least a foot long and two inches in diameter.

Heather twitches and I cross my legs. There is no way that thing would get inside me. No. Way. I now know the reason his woman is screaming like Jack the Ripper has her, though. She's probably being ripped in fucking half by that thing!

"Alice is gonna hear about this." I mutter as I shake my head and head to bed, hoping to make through the night this time.

The next morning, I wake up alert and rested, grateful for the full night of sleep. I guess neighbor-guy didn't bring anyone home last night. No score for him means sleepy-time for me.

I open my curtains, curious to see if the giant dick is in his window, only to drop the curtain just as quickly when I'm met with a half naked man staring directly in my direction.

I forgo closing the window and decide that my apartment needs airing out anyway. There is no way I can make eye contact with anyone that owns that giant cock.

Work goes smoothly and I meet Alice at her office for my bi-monthly visit. This time, we're talking about my feelings in a whole new way. Yay.

"So Bella, how was your week?" Alice always starts our sessions off this way.

"Well, I have a new neighbor and his dick keeps me awake at night." My response is quick and succinct. She should be proud.

"Hmmm, and by awake, do you mean that you're letting the walls down and finally moving on?" she asks, her eyes narrowed and her pen going a mile a minute on that notepad.

"Yeah right, Alice, we both know I'm too frigid and refuse to let go of the past." I roll my eyes. I've been to see her every two weeks for the past year. My issues are resolved at this point, I just like the convenience of unloading on someone who can't talk to my mother about my issues. "His girlfriend screams like a banshee when she comes. It's annoying and keeps me up. Heather doesn't like it."

I lie. Heather loves it.

"Oh Bella, I thought we were over calling your lady parts 'Heather'?" Alice says as she scribbles more things on her pad. I'm glad I can keep her entertained this week. I slept for the entire session last time and woke up as she was putting a coat of clear polish on my nails.

"What's your damage, Alice? You know I've always wanted to bone Christian Slater." I roll my eyes and pick at the lint on my pants. "Besides, she needs a name. And I'm not naming her Alice."

Alice gives me a blank stare and sighs. "Okay, then. Moving on. What else is new?"

"Well, there was a giant cock in his window last night."

Alice drops her pen and cocks an eyebrow.

"I mean, I think it was a dildo. Doesn't he know we can all see it? Maybe I should put a note in my window telling him that if he can see my note, I can see his dick."

"I don't know what to tell you, Bella." Alice sighs again. I think I'm getting on her nerves. Score. "I think your hour is up."

I look at my watch and notice I still have a good twenty minutes left.

"I think James would be pissed if he knew he was spending good, quality dollars on these sessions and yet here you are, telling me to leave."

James offered to pay for me to come see Alice after I had a rather nasty argument with Mike Newton over some cheesy, sexist ad he made me work. Needless to say, Mike doesn't come around me anymore after I threatened to cut off his dick.

"Alright, fine, but we're going to be hitting some big questions here. After everything you've told me, are you going to finally get back into the dating pool, Bella? Because it seems to me that maybe you could start going out and meeting people again," she suggests. This time, she's not writing anything down.

I shake my head. "Not gonna happen. I haven't landscaped in years and I'm pretty sure my hymen grew back. Sex is off the table for me." Lie. I wish sex were on a table. Under it. On the floor. Screaming like a banshee.

Dammit.

"Oh honey, What happened with Tyler isn't going to happen with everyone else." Her words are soothing but I refuse to hear them. When you walk in on your boyfriend screwing your best friend, shit sort of hits the fan.

"That's alright, Alice. As I've said before, I'm willing to die a spinster." There is no conviction behind my words because she's right. I'm lonely. The moaning from next door wouldn't bother me so much if I were getting some on a regular basis.

Well, maybe it would bother me. A bit. Or a lot. Let's face it, hearing other people having sex when you're not, really sucks. No matter what.

I miss the closeness of a man. I miss their arms holding me and the soft touches. Heather misses the face time.

"Well, at least you're coming to terms with it." I can read the sarcasm behind her voice just as well as she reads mine. She's become almost like a friend to me during these sessions. Sometimes, I wish we could hang out outside her office hours. She's cool like that.

"It's my reality. When I meet the right guy, things will change. I promise." I give her a tight lipped smile and a small shrug, in hopes that she believes me.

"What about this neighbor of yours? The one keeping you awake?"

"I don't know him. He's new. I don't know what to do about the cock I saw in his window though."

Alice clears her throat, her lips twitching. "Well, lets hope he puts that thing away before he hurts someone."

At this, I burst out laughing, holding my gut as Alice joins in and laughs too. "I'm sorry, honey, but this time your hour really is up."

As soon as I get home from Alice's office, I head to my bedroom to change. I cautiously pull the curtain aside to see if the huge cock is still in the window. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad that it isn't.

Once I got the idea of putting the sign in the window, I was really looking forward to doing it.

After I'm dressed in something comfortable, I make myself dinner for one, with a sigh, and eat alone-as usual. I can feel myself slinking down into the pit of darkness that engulfs me sometimes after my sessions with Alice. It's never my idea of fun when she throws my past in my face. I may try and play it off that I'm happy being alone, but I'm not, it sucks, but I can't trust another man the way I trusted Tyler. My heart is too fragile.

The truth is I don't trust anyone. I can't make any sincere girlfriends in the off chance that I would ever get another boyfriend, and I can't get a boyfriend because men are scum and fuck you over every chance they get. This is the reason James pays for me to have a best friend in Alice. He's cool like that.

I decide I'm done with dinner without even taking a bite, wrap it up and get ready for bed. I take a sleeping pill in the hopes that it will knock me out enough that if the banshee comes screaming (pun intended,) I'll still sleep like the dead.