I think I'm a pretty normal guy. I'm not like weird or into weird things. I work at a foundry, a man's job. I work hard. I've never been into like orgies or swapping or anything. I'm good looking, good shape. But... I don't know. I just had this experience and I don't know how to describe how it made me feel. It just totally messed me up. I don't know what to think anymore.
It started a few months ago. My girlfriend and I got a place. Not a real nice neighborhood, but we had been dating for a while. We wanted to move in together, and it fit with what we were looking for, we figured we could deal with it. She's younger than I am. I'm 35, she's 23. I'm a good looking, tall white guy, nice physique. She's short, like 5'2" really small. Short blonde hair, like shoulder length with bangs. She likes to dress herself up with the expensive jeans and underwear and makeup. She works at a fast food restaurant so I pay for it all, but I don't mind I mean it makes her look smoking hot. Why would I complain?
So we moved into a duplex. Right off the bat we started having problems with the neighbor above us. Partying, playing loud music. It would've been cool if it was our kind of people but it was like rap; undesirable folks were showing up all the time. This guy, I don't think he ever works. He's home all the time. He's like this skinny black dude with tattoos all up his arms. I'd call him "the gargoyle" to my girl. She thought it was funny. I'd go upstairs and tell him to turn down the music, and he'd stare at me like I was from a different planet before nodding and shutting the door and the music would get a little lower. Last straw was this punk parking in my spot in the alley. I kind of lost it, told him if I ever saw his car in my spot again he'd regret it.
It was like 3 in the afternoon and he was already smoked. Holding a beer he just looked at me and said, "You don't like me parking in your spot, homie?" He nodded and said, "We'll see about that."
I thought it was some kind of threat so I just looked him in the eye and said, "Yeah, do it again and we'll see about it."
He didn't. I was pretty pleased with myself. Thought I had let this punk know what was what.
About a month later at work I go on my last break and I'm looking at my cell phone. I got this email with the subject, "i made dis wit yr girls fone."
I figured it was some spam, but usually that goes right to another folder. So I opened it, and saw my girl sitting in our living room. I immediately turned it down so the audio was barely audible.
