My cat is crouched in the corner, staring at him warily. He notices and crouches down, slowly offering his fingertips for her to sniff. She approaches...him cautiously and smells him, looking as though she can’t decide whether to run, bite him, or both. ‘Hi, Kitty. I saw you in the window today.’ In a flash it comes back to me– I saw him out the window earlier today, standing on the roof next door and throwing down assorted trash– sandbags, palm leaves, and an old TV antenna. I had feared for his. He start crying and ran to wash room and bolt it from inside.He came after 15 min he was still crying i make him seat on sofa and i seat with i told him don’t feel guilty for what we had done. He told no it’s not the reason why is crying he told me that it is the size which make him cry. I ask him what is the reason. Why is he gay do not have him erection. It is by birth or he meet with any accident. He now stop crying and told me that he was normal guy like me till the age of 14 and it was his. Of course none of this was prevalent or constantly on my mind, or mothers for that, we just went about our business as per norm, neither of us aware of impending needs or urges, though I had mentioned about the old man on the first floor, staring up my skirt as I walked up them, and talking incessantly to me, mum laughed at my constant babbling, telling me I must enjoy his attention, and making his cock hard.In the two years I was aware of Mr Johnson lecherous intentions on me, imaginary or. I guess she was waiting for me to drive away... because when I didn’t she yelled “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR (inaudible).” I paused for a sec... then rolled down my window a crack and said “or what???” And she said “I’ll finish you off”i pressed the “unlock” button on my door. She stood still. I turned the engine off. She leaned back on the rear hatch, her head gently tapping the window as it landed. Then she rolled off to her left and came around the passenger side, up to the door and hopped.