She has been watched from one of the other houses

“Well, would you look at that…” Chris MacAbbey used his knuckles to move the old curtain aside, peering out of the dusty living room window out into the backyard. Or, to be precise, into the next yard over, where a hunched figure was hunched over and hurrying along. “Looking mighty suspicious there…”

The 68-year-old retire chuckled at his own joke, given that technically he was trespassing at this very moment. It wasn’t his house, but it was a big, old mansion in one of L.A.’s suburbs that nobody seemed to be claiming, so he spent a lot of his free time here, pretending it was his. It certainly beat the crammy little apartment he could afford from his meager rent.

Taking a sip from the can of Coors that he had brought along he watched with a scowl as the person approached “his” property, but his expression immediately changed from annoyance to interest when he recognized that the little thug was actually a woman.

“Well, aren’t you a cute, little sexpot…” he whistled as the evening sun revealed the curvaceous figure of a Latina with what from the distance looked like absolutely gorgeous features. He sensed her looking up and quickly stepped back, hiding in the shadows for a moment before he watched her come onto the property and hurry along the fence, “What are you up to, little chica?!”

He continued to look at her from his viewpoint as she stepped into the backyard of that young, black man that Chris had met a few times. Unpleasant fella, a damn thug, like they all were of this generation. No respect for their elders, always blaring that terrible music of his.

This one, however, he appreciated. With a dirty grin on his unshaven face, Chris scratched the crotch of his worn-out shorts as he took in the woman’s posterior. Even from this distance and with his old eyes, he could recognize a firm Latin bubble butt and enjoy it.

“Hmmm,” with a bit of amusement he watched as the woman, after a moment of hesitation, moved to a small basement window and began climbing inside. Taking a sip of his beer, he observed as her upper body disappeared inside the building, but after that, suddenly, not much more happened. He let out a loud cackle as that bubble butt wiggled enticingly, but it never made it into a house. “Oh, you dumb cunt!”

Laughing loudly, he watched her struggles from afar when he began to realize that the woman seemed completely stuck, apparently neither able to move forward nor backward. Intrigued, he set down his beer can on the old dresser next to the window. “Maybe I should check that out…”