The Cul-de-SacChapter 1: ArrivalThis is the first of a long series based on mostly true events. This is also my first attempt at writing for this site, so any comments are welcome. This first chapter has no sex, but sets the stage for future stories. After the events of 9/11, I found myself out of a job as the company that I had worked for was buried under the rubble. At 42 years of age, I figured that I needed to make a change in my life. My wife had died six years ago and my son had moved on and started his own life on the west coast. I decided to leave the city and use my contacts and skills to start my own marketing consulting business in some suburb or small town outside the city. Thanks to the internet, I could do most of my work from a home office and not have to face the stress of a daily commute and I liked the idea of being my own boss. I didn't know at the time of my decision what other fun perks would await me. I look around and found a nice house in a new suburb just northeast of the city. It was a relatively new place at the end of a short cul-de-sac. There were four other houses on the street with mine being at the bottom of the curve. It is a large home with three bedrooms upstairs and a den downstairs which I made my office. The office window faced the street and I could see every thing that moved. The first weekend that I was there I got to meet my neighbors and got a brief glimpse of what was to come. Early that Saturday afternoon, I got a knock on my door as I finished unpacking. When I opened it, I was met by two of the most striking women that I had ever seen. Two of my neighbors, my next door neighbor, Mrs. Laura Thompson and the lady from one end of the street, M'dali O'kadi. These ladies were exact opposites of each other, Laura was short about 5'4 with blond hair and a lovely 36C -26