Across an alley
The house I grew up in had a mirror image house across a narrow alley. Our attic was sort-of finished and was used as a spare bedroom.
I discovered that our neighbor left a few inches of their bathroom window open at the top which gave me a narrow view of the activities. A young married couple lived there with the parents of the wife. I soon learned their showering habits and often got to see all of the young wife's bits and pieces a little at a time. She had a lovely trim body with B sized breasts and a ginger/honey bush that matched her head hair.
I don't know whether anyone in my house wondered about those spots on the linoleum by the window.
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