She washed up and came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a bath towel. Her skin glowed with moisture. She was stunning even without any makeup on. The proverbial girl-next-door was, in fact, no longer next door, but right before me.
I did not have the time to fully admire her beauty and said anxiously, "Something urgent came up, I have to go out immediately."
Without waiting for her response, I got dressed and hurried out.
I anxiously hit the elevator button now that it was working. When the elevator doors finally opened, I looked up and the neighbor’s husband was waiting at the other end of the door. I was startled but was able to suppress my guilt and anger for what he had done to her. I would deal with him the next time around.
As the elevator door was closed on us, he stared back
