Jesus. When my friend Marie showed me those pictures of our neighbor, Ricky Nicholson, I about lost my mind. I had no idea what a man he was. How large he was. I mean, I knew he was gorgeous, that all the neighborhood girls were ga-ga over him, with his chocolate eyes and thick chest, tanned skin, but if you had told me he was that BIG I would have called you a liar. But hey, pictures don't lie. And now all I can think about is inviting him over, spending time together. It's the only thing I can think about! I mean, how can you blame me. I'm thirty-eight, single, and I haven't been with a guy in more than a year. I know it's crazy. I know I shouldn't be thinking about my neighbor's son like this. But after Marie shared those pictures, I just can't get the size of the situation out of my mind. The only thing left to do is invite him over . . . and see if everything fits!