I tied a short towel to spread my washed clothes on the clothesline in the public yard where I lived. I consciously bent down to take the last cloth left in the bucket because I had a feeling that someone was behind me.

I turned around to head back to my apartment and the first person my gaze met was David my neighbor. He was looking at me with an attention that I judged to be lust. He was so lost in the sight of my body that he didn't even notice I was talking to him.

"David, can you hear me?" I said, snapping my fingers on his face....