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Paddy gets a wake up visit. Part 1.

Date: 5/27/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: WobieTide, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

being at my door and not a superfluous inspection of her qualities as a member of the opposite sex. "You are Mr Murphy, aren't you, Patrick Murphy?" she asked rhetorically when I queried if she was at the right address, obviously she was already privy to the identity of the resident living in the apartment to which she had been dispatched, for whatever investigative purpose she had to perform. "Yes, I am." I confirmed, a little brusquely, not being naturally disposed to open sociability, as previously outlined. "May I come in," she asked with a broad, full toothed smile which dimpled her cheeks in a somewhat, alluring manner. "Yes of course." I replied, my antisociality not descending to the depths of being impolite or rude. I stepped back and opened the door fully for her to enter. "So! How are you Mr. Murphy?" she asked pleasantly, briefly taking in the interior of my studio apartment while turning a graceful, half pirouette to face me as I closed the door. "I'm fine, thank you," I answered, a little surprised at her cheerfulness and buoyancy, health inspectors normally being more staid and decorous. "I have no complaints, everything is as it should be." "Good." came her response followed by a brief pause as she appeared to struggle for a suitable way to continue. "Well, this is nice." she said eventually, again glancing around my small but tidy apartment. "It's nice and comfortable." she concluded. "Yes, yes it is." I agreed, "Thank you." Another brief pause ensued and ... persisted until I was eventually compelled to force the issue of her presence in my home. "What can I do for you?" I queried, as politely as I could. "Oh!" she responded, momentarily discomposed, obviously taken aback by the question despite my adequately civilized delivery of it. "You haven't been expecting me, then? Nobody told you I was coming?" she asked. "No!" I replied. "I'm sorry, Mr. Murphy, but I thought you would have been informed. I'm from the visitors group..." she paused for a moment before continuing. "...with 'Friends of the Elderly'." "Ah." I acknowledged, with a little more annoyance than I had intended to impart, understanding then that this was to be an unrequested visit designed to alleviate me of the tedium of my enforced solitude, if only for a little while. 'Friends of the Elderly' is a voluntary organization in Ireland providing support and company to the elderly and isolated people living alone throughout the country. I knew of their existence through the day trips and outings they organized for the residents of the building where I lived, but had never experienced their brand of hospitality, giving my propensity for avoiding such excesses of sociability. I was on the verge of politely releasing this poor young lady of what would undoubtedly be an irksome obligation for her, when, for some reason I still don't know to this day, I had a change of heart and invited her to sit down. A momentous change of heart it would prove to be and one I am enormously ...