Our Little Secret
When I was a kid, my next-door neighbor paid me to clean her windows. One afternoon, after mowing the lawn, I go over to the windows and spray them like I usually do, only this time, something from inside the house, caught my eye. My neighbor wasn’t wearing anything, and I could not peel my eyes away. She must have felt me watching because she turned around and locked eyes with me. She quickly hobbled away as fast as she could. When I go to the front door to collect my weekly pay, she came out in her bathrobe, handed me the money and told me to never speak of this moment. She then pulled out another $5 then winked at me.