"Yes? Who the hell is it?", she called out testily as she walked towards the door.

"Uhh... it's... it's me. My mom said..."

But Amanda had already pulled open the door and stood face to face with the now stunned and wide-eyed boy who was the only son of her neighbor, Rebecca.

"You really do know how to knock at the wrongest hours, don't you?", she said, with her hands on her naked waist. But all the boy could say or do in his defense was to shake his head and swallow like a deer caught in a car's headlights. Involuntarily, his eyes were drawn to the bushy landing strip...