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Big Sister
Jeff pulled up to the small townhouse, stopped the car and sat back to look at the place for a few minutes. It was his, it was really his. He had owned the place since the day he outbid everyone else at the auction and signed the papers, but now settlement was over and he was moving in. Now it really was his place. He sighed happily, then popped the boot and climbed out of the car. He picked up one of the sealed boxes, heaved it onto his shoulder and started to carry it inside. As he walked up the low steps he felt the full weight of the carton and wondered what on earth he had packed in it to make it that heavy. He was trying to balance the carton on his shoulder and fumble around for the keys to the door all at once. With alarm he felt the carton slide back on his shoulder and began to stagger backwards.

"Whoa!" came a bright female voice behind him and he felt a steadying hand on the carton; he righted himself and dropped his keys.

"You might want to put the box down before you try that again," Jeff's unseen saviour advised.

"Thanks," a blushing Jeff muttered as he put his other hand on the carton and gently lowered it onto the porch, then turned to look down into a pair of sparkling, bright green eyes.

"Hi," said the owner of the eyes, thrusting her hand at Jeff. "I'm Bobbi, we're neighbours."

"We are?" Jeff answered rather stupidly as he took the slim, out-thrust hand.

"Uh huh," the girl replied. "I live there," and she jerked a thumb at the adjoining townhouse. "I saw you at the auction, but didn't get a chance to introduce myself."

"Oh great, thanks, nice to meet you. I'm Jeff."

"Hi Jeff," Bobbi smiled.

Jeff stared at his pretty new neighbour. She was a petite girl. Jeff was not tall, but Bobbi only came to his chin, which put her at about 5'1". She was slender, but there was strength in her small body, she had a lovely even tan and a cloud of golden hair floated around her perfectly formed face.

"Would you like me to open the door while you bring that inside?" Bobbi asked kindly.

"Oh yes, thanks."

Jeff bent to pick the carton up again and Bobbi stood there, regarding him with some amusement.

"Jeff," she prompted.

"Yeah," Jeff grunted as he lifted the carton.

"I need the keys."

"Oh yeah," Jeff said, cursing his social awkwardness inwardly, put the carton down again and picked up and handed the keys to Bobbi.

"Thanks," the girl said and calmly opened the door.

As Jeff followed the pert bottom, encased in tight faded blue jeans, he began to think that buying the townhouse was one of the best moves he had ever made.

Jeff put his carton down inside and Bobbi asked, "How many more of those have you got?"