[JonThink]

When I was in grad school, we lived in an area that had primarily duplexes. Our neighbor to the south only had a 5' wooden fence separating his property from ours. My wife would sunbathe in the relatively private backyard area on a chaise lounge while topless and wearing only minimal string bikini bottoms. Most of the time this all was pretty harmless, but every once in awhile the neighbor was home and happened to get a view of her out in the yard. Most of the time she was asleep while sunning, and he took advantage of it. I often would be on the sofa studying with glances out the window to admire her and her nakedness. However, sometime my attention would be drawn over in the direction of the 5' separation fence, and there he would be focused on her. He always had a set of hedge clippers just in case she awoke and glanced up seeing him, but she never did catch him doing so. I thought that I shouldn't interrupt his fun and left him alone.

Our bedroom and its window backed up to that fence. The weather in that area generally ran warm to hot year-round. Our duplex had no air conditioning, so we slept with the curtains and windows wide open. In those early days of marriage, we had wild sex most every night. After a sexapade my wife would turn on the bedroom light and head naked down the hallway to the bathroom to clean up. Then she would return back into the bedroom light and step back into her bikini panties, turn out the light and climb back in bed with me to sleep the night away. More than once I heard the bushes rustle just outside the window, but I figured it was just a gust of wind.

However, a little later his interest in her carried him a little too far. My wife could type very fast (close to 100 wpm), and I had to write many research papers that had to be typed for submission. Since my typing speed was so much slower (about 30 wpm), she offered to type all my research papers. Unfortunately, for both of us, the drafts for these papers often were not completed until the wee hours before they were due. I frequently would wake her up at 1:00 to 2:00 a.m. to type the papers due that morning. She slept in her bikini underpants, and when I awoke her, she didn't bother putting on any other clothes prior to typing my papers in the kitchen. We had no curtains on the kitchen window, but we felt no one would be looking in at that time of the morning. My wife liked to type standing up at the kitchen counter directly across from that window. If I had some finishing touches to put on the conclusion to the papers, I would sit at the kitchen table and reel off the final papers for her to include in the typed output. One night we were working about 2:30 a.m. It was a hot night, and we had the window open for ventilation. I heard a slight rustle outside that window and over my shoulder. Quickly turning, I heard more rustling outside on the walk. I immediately shot out the front door and ran in that direction, only to see and hear my neighbor's front door closing and his lights being turned out inside his house.

The next day, I saw a footprint in the mud just outside that kitchen window. Then I spotted my neighbor outside in his yard looking at me. i walked over and said, "Hey, Walt, have you had any problem with Peeping Tom's at your place?" He replied that he had not. I told him that I heard someone outside our kitchen window during the night, and I pointed out the muddy shoe imprint under the window. I looked over at Walt's shoes, which had a cake of mud on one of his shoes. I continued by saying that I bet the Peeping Tom has mud on his shoes similar to Walt's shoe. Walt looked very guilty but mumbled something about his muddy flower bed work. I just said, "Uh-huh." I will say that we never had any more evidence of a snoop after that.