Sometimes it can be... a misunderstanding. Yes. It can be a misunderstanding.” Lucy was determined to pursue this. “Okay, but surely you get some...women who want something more?” Well done, Lucy – very subtle. At least you didn't say 'gagging for it'. “ It would depend on many things,” he continued. “If she was attractive. If she was a generous person, someone who I could be with more. Then, yes, it is possible.” He moved his hands around her waist and pressed his fingers into the dip of her. There was no doubt in my mind he wasn't going to stop this time, and it was then my car's speed started to decline. As the train's whistle blew its long wails and the crossing light dinged in my ears, I struggled in vain to get my car back up to speed.I nearly missed seeing his car jerk up slightly from the dip in the road by the track as mine slowed to a stop. My eyes locked on and zoomed in to watch the distance between the onrushing train and the side of his car close faster than I could. One of his jobs was as a cable installer and he was pleased that he kept one of the shirts which identified him as an employee.When Julie went to answer the door on that clear Wednesday afternoon, she wasn't alarmed at Jim's hulking figure in the doorway. His appear- ance with his company shirt identified him as "Jim" on one side, and Cablevision on the other."Mrs. Brown?" Jim asked with a clipboard in his hand."No, they aren't here right now, can I help you?" I'm checking interference on the. A few times, when we passed each other in the kitchen or hallway, he touched me. When I confronted him, he always denied it, saying I’d imagined it or that it was purely accidental. Fucking liar. Towards the end of November, things came to a head. I was drying myself after a shower when Koen barged into the bathroom. He held a camcorder in one hand and, with the other, he tugged at the erection that poked from his flies. His hand moved in a blur, and I silently cursed for not locking the door..