Throughout the years, I've had my share of quirky and strange neighbors, right?

But none quite as interesting as Eliza Munoz.

I met her during my second year of residency at Baylor Medical in Dallas, and from that

very first encounter she immediately caught my attention.

I was just stepping out of the elevator and jingling my keys when two people shoved

their way out of the emergency stairs and up against the wall.

One of them was a tall, slender redhead with a curvy figure in a short black dress

with lace stockings underneath and pumps.

She was gorgeous and vivacious as hell, but I immediately felt dirty for thinking such

thoughts about a woman that was clearly old enough to be my mother.

The man that was pinning her to the wall was younger though, probably two or three years

older than I and muscular's hack.

The two of them were kissing and moaning, like two animals, and I rolled my eyes and

discussed, get a room, I muttered, as I went into my apartment and closed the door.

And then, because of the thin walls, I could hear everything they did that night, and

as embarrassing as it is to admit, I was extremely turned on by the vitality and sexuality

of this woman.

It was jealous, too, of a life I probably would never be part of.

Two days later, I found out her name, thanks to another gentleman caller that she had.

This one was a Spanish dude that yelled and cussed at her when she threw him out and threatened

her.

Once again, I was caught in the middle, and once he was gone, she ran out into the hallway

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