I was that new neighbor who moved in at the start of summer. You had seen me, my wife and nine year old daughter make this new house a home over a couple of hard working weekends. We were the Silvers, and I was Jack. 6'1", 225 pounds of forty-year old steel and grit. You see I saw you parking your sport white car, gym bag over one shoulder, long tan legs slipping out of the driver's seat your tight body barely covered by the gym clothes you still had on. I wondered where you were coming from, I hoped you were college age. I saw you take a few moments to linger, face towards me in my suit, the badge and gun clearly displayed as I got out of my black SUV, my work car. I quickly slipped on the suit jacket, loosened my tie and gave you a slight nod before grabbing the mail on the way into the quaint suburban abode we now called home. I saw you later that week when I was out coming back from a run. You were there, in a white blouse and plaid skirt. The catholic college had uniforms? I took a long drink from my sports bottle, thick chest heaving from the sprints at the end of the 3 miles. You leaned over into the back seat, grabbing a bookcase. My sunglasses hid my reaction as the long white socks ended just over your knees and I could see the tight white underwear, not a thong but cut shapely exposing that edge of sweet flesh I so wanted to make acquaintance with. I moved, into the house to not allow the growing heat between my legs time more to expand and give away my adulterous thoughts. A week more went by, and it was 'date night'. My wife Marie had booked a sitter, "Who did you find?" I asked. "Oh, that really nice college grad-student across the street... what's her name again? She'll be here at 6. I'll meet you at the restaurant at 6:45, give you time to get home, get showered and head out, ok?"