Go with her

"Let's go get you back in the house," I say with a polite smile, after all, I do feel sorry for her. I've done the same thing myself, luckily John works from home.

She leads me across the yard to her parents' back gate. The privacy fence is barely five feet tall. Even in my own body it's easy for me to stand and see over it. John is over six foot, so in his body I am more than a head taller than it is.

I realize that I am tall enough to just reach over and unlatch the gate, but I felt the sudden and idiotic urge to show my manliness by scaling the fence.

"Thank you so much for helping me," she said. "Mom and dad are out of town for the week, so I don't know what else to do."