Waking up the next day.

The doorbell gave Lenny a start. Removing his hand from his steadily squelched eye, his feet dangled over the mattress before settling into a pair of slippers. He groggily trudged down the steps.

Having spent the night wracking his head over the book and that character of a girl back at Type&Co., it was only in the last minute that he'd resolved to attempt whiting out the 'reality' he'd created with the, er, incredibly dignified nose-picking line from only a few days prior.

He would have to check in later; see if it did anything. Hopefully, it did. It must. If it didn't, those unassuming lads and lasses would be stuck with very sore nostrils -- and he would have to be much more cautious about what he scrawled on impulse.

"Yes?"

Outside, on his porch, stood a girl. Not a stranger, however. He recognized this one. After all, she was his neighbor's daughter, Keiko Yamamoto, from about two doors down, garbed in a modest skirt and trim tee, eyes like an observant doe as his morning face lovingly panned into view.

"Hi, Mr. Fogsworth, sorry to bother... you." Keiko looked around timidly. "Um... I... my brother just, accidentally crashed his drone into your backyard, and... well, we were hoping..."

Lenny pulled up an understanding hand, and went to the back to retrieve the machine. He nearly fell over a chair decorated in cobwebs, and could've sworn he spotted a fox hiding behind a shrub, but he was able to disentangle the drone from the protective netting across his back porch and return to the patiently waiting Keiko with it -- and himself -- in mostly one piece.

As he handed it to the young Japanese gal before him, she instinctively bowed her head an inch or two. "Thank you!"

"No problem." Don't do it. Don't do it, Lenny.

"Was it hard to find?" she managed. Not bad as far as small talk went.

Don't...

"Nah, not really."

...do it.

She was just an innocent girl. Pretty, of course, with a bottom half kept properly fit from exercise and regular jogs with her own mother, who was also naturally dashing in her homely way. There had been plenty of moments where Lenny had watched them go by for a run, or walking their dog, or simply climbing out of their car after a shopping trip, and he'd wonder things -- such as what they looked underneath those fitting but otherwise mostly conservative clothing, or whether they'd be keen to bend just a little further down to pick up that fallen apple.

Keiko, of course, was a harmless thing. He was on generally good terms with her family. And he really wanted to try reigning things into a semblance of control, regarding him and his book-induced compulsions.

Still.

The heart wants what it wants, no?

Lenny flashed a noncommittal smile. Then, with a bout of resignation very well-disguised behind his genial teeth, he lifted up an arm. "So," his finger picked at his brow while pointing to the drone in her hands, "you folks just got that recently?"

Nodding, Keiko's bangs flitted across her forehead as she gladly affirmed Lenny's inquiry. "Yes, just a few days ago, actually..." suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up. "Ah, Mr. Fogsworth, I... just..." Her pair of pupils, slightly wide, relaxed after what seemed like a brisk millisecond of a stare trap. Smile returned to the fray. "...I just got the best idea. As thanks for taking the time for our drone, I will repay you with first row tickets... to my ass!"

And just like clockwork, the girl spun around, sent a hand behind herself to clutch a handful of her humble skirt, and pulled it up a few times until it finally rested above her small but tight, firm, pink-pantie-clad ass cheeks, showcasing them, as well as her nice toned legs, in all their unabashed, creamy glory. The pants across Lenny's waist went from perfect fit to a size too small in a matter of seconds.

"Please," she insisted, "take a good long look!"

What felt like 15 minutes was quickly discarded into another fever dream moment as the skirt fell across Keiko's behind, and normalcy was summoned to the stage once more.

"Sorry for being trouble, Mr. Fogsworth," the girl apologized with a brow-furrowed tilt of the head, and waved. "Have a good rest of your day!"

"Bye..." The middle-aged man shook his head as the girl bounded down the walkway and jogged off, presumably back to her house and her brother, where more drone shenanigans were primed to be tendered from. He wondered if their father was out of town today. They usually only went 'out', at least in his experience, when such was the case.

Closing the door, Lenny absently switched on the TV and clambered back up the staircase to take a brisk, warm shower.