It took Alan a bit of time to get adjusted to the new scenery, after the divorce he forced himself to move out of the Southern California "estate" and to a new home in a Midwestern small town. It didn't take long for him to find a teaching job at a private university nearby, and being new to the neighborhood was like getting a clean slate.
The first week of living by himself he made it the top priority to go out and meet his neighbors, something that he had to force himself to do; being social just didn't come natural to him like it did others. The anti-social behavior didn't make sense to most people, who saw an extremely well-built, handsome, and educated man; his good looks came late in life.
For the first year he had pretty much kept to himself, except for when he'd force himself to go out with his neighbors; he'd go to work, come home, grade some papers, rinse, and repeat. One particular Friday night Alan had just finished grading some exams from earlier in the week and found himself fall, for no apparent reason at all, into the darkest depths of loneliness. So, he went through the freezer and found a hidden bottle of whiskey, turned on the television, and plopped down there with no intention of moving until the following morning.
A few commercials in, feeling buzzed, he got up to go take a piss. He absolutely loved his bathroom, the window next to the toilet gave him a perfect view of his neighbors' daughters' room, and although he felt guilty about it; he enjoyed watching them go about their more private activities.
Both girls were taking his class, and doing quite well, and he enjoyed being able to talk to them throughout the day while the memories of them in their room played in his mind.
The older sister, Naomi, was a gorgeous blond twenty year old who after an unsuccessful scholastic career at a larger, better known university; had been "asked" to leave. She decided to live at home while she took part time classes; which worked out great for middle-aged divorced men named Alan who have bathroom windows that view her side of the house.
The younger sister, Mindy, was taller than her older sister; but was every bit as sexy; if not more, because she was a bit on the naïve side. That's not to say either sister was "easy," they seemed to be upstanding young women from what he could tell, but Mindy had just held a little tighter to her religious nature than her older sister.
He moved the curtain a bit to the side to peak across the yard at his neighbors, it seemed like no one was home.
Back in the living room, he heard a knock on the door, on the other side he found Mindy, dressed in her sports bra and short-shorts.
"Hey Mr. Miller, can I use your phone?"
"Not a problem Mindy, what's going on?"
"I just got back from dance practice and I'm locked out."
"Thanks!"
With a smile she let herself in, moving by Alan. "Where's your phone?"
"Use the one in the kitchen, right inside the door."
