Page 11 of Callan

They’re probably engaged in makeup sex, the quiet variety.

Whatever lie she’s told her husband, seemingly, it has worked.

Or maybe the suspicion she had banged this beautiful stranger made him so horny that he slid between the woman’s legs without a care in the world.

Whatever it is or it was, this has become just another Brooklyn winter story.

The man I’m peering at could move down the fire escape to get out of here instead of hovering over my balcony.

Although to do that, he might need to go back or walk inside the building through a different door than the one upstairs.

Oops.

I hope that won’t be my door.

No.

I don’t think so.

He’s most likely waiting to go back and perhaps get the rest of his suit, including the Santa hat and beard.

The jacket and the mantel.

What if he just showed up at her door in his trousers and a jacket? With a clean shaven face. Or maybe not.

Perhaps with some stubble across his jawline.

Men with bodies like his sport a villain look quite often.Or so I like to believe.

I wonder how he really looks.

Trying to appease my curiosity, I lean forward and tilt my face up to catch a glimpse of the man’s face.

Unfortunately, I can’t see him.

All right.

I need to put more effort into that.

I step out of my slippers, slide my bare feet into the thick layer of freshly sifted snow lining my balcony, and move closer to the handrail.

The snow tickles my feet.

I almost touch the man’s boot with my trembling fingers when the camera and I tilt our focus up.

I still can’t see his face as he looks up as well, most likely listening to the quiet noises coming from my neighbor’s apartment.

Not much travels from up there to down here, cementing my idea that some lovemaking takes place upstairs.

Is Santa now jealous that his crush entertains the other man, who happens to be her husband?

I wish I knew more about this type of dynamic.

Perhaps he’s only interested in getting back and leaving the building.

Although I can’t imagine he’s planning to walk down the street dressed like this.

Isn’t he cold?

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