Every morning at seven, I leave for work. Mornings used to be depressing, but lately I have a reason to look forward to them: the beautiful woman who recently moved into the neighborhood. She seems to work nights and always returns around dawn, still pleasantly drunk. Her clothes hang loose around the chest, and whenever we meet by the trash area, she flashes glimpses of her pink nipples while staring at me with a dreamy, melting expression. Even a guy like me starts wondering if she might let me fuck her.