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He was relatively successful. Studying for his doctorate, working as a student counsellor for foreign students, while doing research for his paper. He had been living her for 2 years already, learning the new language quite successful. At least enough for him to make friends and have some nice conversations. His social life was adequate, a fairly big group of both foreign and local friends, both male and female. Movies, dinner outside, the odd party with too much to drink and a pretty girl to kiss. Friendly colleagues, supportive of his subject willing to help. He was friendly, polite, and helpful. A god friend much liked by others. 

When he first started his life abroad, he made a big deal of socialising a lot. To prevent missing friends and family and to start friendship in a new environment. And it was successful. Him being a beautiful man. Above average hight, fit with a body to die for, and a handsome face, especially female "friends" was swarming around him like moths to a lamp. After a while he could pic his real friends from the fake ones. The real ones he could discuss work with, eat dinner and share a bottle of red wine with. The ones that would stick with him after the party as well. It wasn't like he was an angel. Needs brining the one night stands on. Not too often thou. Occasionally he went for it. And it wasn't difficult to find a girl willing to sleep with him. He didn't even have to work for it. The beautiful frame, handsome face and friendly, polite appearance made him a catch. Not to mention his slightly "hard to get personality" that made him extremely attractive for most of the girls. But after a short while, the sex was not enough. The half drunken sweaty moans and tangled limbs, all without attachment and feelings, seem to be more of a burden than a relief. 

Girls wanting his number, or to plan a date, made it difficult to end what wasn't even started. He quickly learned to not bring anybody to his own apartment. It only made things so much more difficult when the morning came. He tried to make it crystal clear that this thing they were doing, was for a night only to prevent any misunderstanding. But tipsy girls would promise everything just for a night, and still try to continue some form of relationship when morning came. It was kind of irritating and exhausting at the same time. He discovered that sleeping in the girl's bed, was easier. After sex and cuddles, he could leave when the girl fell asleep. Leaving without any promise or plan for new meetings. And this from a guy who was well raised, with the outmost respect for the female gender. Guilt and resentment eating his head for days afterwards, he concluded it wasn't worth it. Trusting his well-manicured hands and lively imagination, he chose to satisfy himself.

The apartment he rented was small and neat. A big window from floor to ceiling let the light in and opened to a pretty suburban view. The small street, not to busy whit cars, and a big, beautiful garden in front of a huge red villa. Flowers, what he believed to be vegetables, a greenhouse, a garden pond with a small fountain, and a lush green lawn. A woman, a man, a big black dog and what probably was a young son, watering, harvesting, playing, and sunbathing on the big deck in front of the house. It was something calming ad domestic about the family and their obvious love for their garden. He would frequently sit in his big beanbag chair in front of the window, eating his dinner and watch the garden and its family. The distance was too far to get a clear view of the faces, but he guessed the couple was older than him. Considering they had a somehow grown-up son. Despite the distance he was quite sure the woman was beautiful. It was something about her way of moving, with a grace that was difficult to not notice.

On the first floor of the red villa, to the right from the door, the wall was filled with large windows. It somehow made him curious because the windows were blinded by heavy curtains. While eating ramen noodles and observing the neighbours drinking coffee on the stairs, he wondered what kind of room was hidden behind. He left for gym, and when returning in the evening he looked out over to the villa. And this evening the curtains where drawn. Leaning a bit to the window, he could see a huge bed with white sheets. Warm lighting made the rom cosy and appealing. 

Drinking water thinking distracted of a minor problem in his work, he observed the bedroom from afar without actually looking. Suddenly the attractive woman came in sight. Dressed in panties only. He choked on the water, and began to cough, frantically turning around to not be a peeping freak. Cheeks flushed red and a thundering heart, he swallowed heavy. But the sight was delightful. Slowly turning his head to have a small peek. The woman, still in her panties, ruffling the blankets and pillows. Round, full breasts slightly bouncing by the movements of her arms. Heat rushing through his body, shame making his face burn. "A cold shower after gym, that's what's needed", he turned around in a split second and ran to the bathroom.