Are you okay?" No reply. I opened her door half expecting a scream and being told to get out but nothing, just a renewed burst of crying. In the light... from coming through the doorway, I saw her lying with her face buried in her pillow. "Jenny... are you okay?" I asked again but still no reply. My heart said to go and comfort her but I was completely unsure what her reaction would be. It could so easily turn against me and lead to accusations of attempted rape. Yet I had the feeling that she. When the phone rang the next morning, I was in the shower. It was sitting on the charger, and my ass was dripping, so I let it go directly to voice mail. I washed my hair as the phone took the message.I had an idea who the call was from, so I even prepared my cereal before I listened to it. I ate the bowl of mixed cold cereals, half the bowl was bran cereal. The other half was cinnamon squares just to add some taste to the cardboard. I listened to the voice mail from Sarah as I munched.“Hi. “Also my car needs an oil change.”‎‎”Okay, then we put it down to car trouble. It has nothing to do with the fact that you might need grandpa as backup?” I asked.‎‎”Of course not,” she said also sounding light hearted. “Try to dress professionally.”‎‎”Do you mean I have to take off my bib overalls before I pick you up?” I asked.‎Now you might think I’m kidding, but I do wear those when I work on the worm farm, even in the winter. I can wear a thermal shirt under them and a sweatshirt over them. I sometimes used to go and close that window from outside but after 1-2 days someone used to open it again. That window faces towards our neighbours house our neighbor was 18-19 year old boy who lives with his parents. I had a fair idea about the mentality of the boys and I always suspected that boy as he could very easily see me taking a bath all he had to do is just be in his bathroom and keep his light off to remain unnoticed once when i was coming out of the bathroomI saw that my neighbor.