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mine is not quite as funny. Quite the opposite really.
anyways, back in sydney she-lish and i were on the workbench in the bedroom getting things on. It was about midnight and it was in summer, so we usually leave the windows open and the blinds closed. our windows had security bars because our area wasnt exactly a bastion of safety.
The bedroom apartment faced a common area balcony that no one ever used because it was blocked off by railings, so it was pretty private and no one went there.
So she and I are going at it, and i get a weird feeling that we're being watched. It was a windy night, but the blinds are closed and there is backlight which casts shows on the blinds from trees swaying in the wind. So as much as i was in the mood i was distracted from this feeling of us being watched. I had no idea why i felt this way, but i did. The leaves twirled and tumbled in the night with each gust of wind, and i kept an ear and eye out on the blinds, while still doing my deed noises and all.
Then, i hear a rustling sound. its weird. its not your normal leaves rustling, but im thinking, its just my imagination. Then i see a shadow move in the shows cast by the trees. it couldnt be.. its just me seeing things. we continue, and we change positions so that i can keep watch on the window...i'm about a metre away from the window, and i sense a presense outside..in a quick motion i go to the window and brush the blinds to the side and see an african guy literally with his head on the security bars only centimetres from the glass.
as soon as he saw me, he split out over the garbage enclosure and onto the street. in my anger i screamed at him but i couldnt jump through the window to chase him because 1) i was naked with a hard-on ,
2) because there were security bars on the windows.
she-lish is upset and screaming by now and im enraged with the violation. Our suburb wasnt a very good one,. the crime rate was and still is quite high. so i wasnt sure if this was an intruder or a peeping tom. i quickly put my pants on and ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife for safety. [ yes i know it may have been an overkill, but in the spur of the moment i was in a fit of rage, coupled with the fact that our area is crime-prone made me rationalise that i needed a knife for protection]
so i ran outside looking for this guy. deep down i was hoping id find him because i wanted to tear this guy apart, but on the other hand i didnt want to find him because it was either going to end up badly for me or for him. i searched the area, the bushes, the garbage enclosure and saw nothing. i asked a neighbour i saw outside and he didnt notice anything, so i headed inside.
all the while, she-lish had called the police, and so a few minutes later the police arrived knocking at my door looking for the intruder. while police scoured the surrounding area, i tried to explain to the female police offer what exactly happened. the two cops wrote their report with a feint smile on their faces...
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