I continue to wash the truck talking back. The window to my bedroom faced his house so I could hear him and his guess coming in late at night on the weekends. I guess he must have been a hit with the ladies, because I was always seeing ladies coming and going from his house. He had lived beside me ever since I could remember. His beard and hair had started showing a hint of grey in recent years. If I had to guess, he was probably around 45 years old. He was a divorcee with a son a few years older than me. Turning around, I saw a face I had seen hundreds of times growing up. I had been going for about 20 minutes when I heard a voice from behind me. So shirtless I went out, all 145 lbs of me, wearing only mesh shorts. Being midsummer, I thought I could work on my tan so when I head off to school I'd have a nice tan for the women. It was around midday that Saturday, and I had just finished smoking and decided I'd go outside, turn some tunes on and wash my truck. I enjoyed smoking weed back then, so I was able to hit the pipe all day, so long as I had ample time to clear out the smell. This was great news for me - it meant freedom for the day. One day in June, my parents had decided to take day trip to the beach for some shopping. I was an 18 year old boy, enjoying my last summer home. This story takes place in 2006, the summer before I went off to college. The following story is about the first time with my older neighbor.
