Paul was not so lucky, and he was in the hospital or home recuperating for a long time. Trying to be a good neighbor, I helped out however I could. I...would cut my lawn, then do theirs, or I’d shovel the snow off my drive and do theirs too. It just made sense to me, since Debbie was busy with Paul, and she struggled with the mower or shovel when she tried. In return, she looked after the house if we went away or anything. Unfortunately, at the start of the winter, we lost Paul to his illness.. But since it was a common happening in our place both of us knew that it was a matter of max of 5 min as back up would come on.There I took my chance by extending my hand and pressing on the different floor buttons on the lift panel and showing my desperation.In the mean time I rubbed her also..and boy I was getting an erection and by the time ,the back up came and we reached the floor, the bulge had become quite visible.I was growing in confidence as I was sure there would not be anyone in our. As I turned and walked away, she fell apart."Please come back to me! Please!" she sobbed as I left the room.I was unable to decide if I was angry, hurt, or nervous as I walked into my Dad's house. All three, probably. Elizabeth and my Dad were sitting in the den, waiting for me. Mom was nowhere to be seen. That was probably just as well. Dad looked curious, Elizabeth looked nervous, worried. She looked like her world was about to collapse. I wondered if she knew how close she was to guessing. People wanting to follow and be my friend. I looked at the first text on my phone. It was a girl I had as a lab partner freshman year. ‘Hey. Heard the good good news. Text or call me’ She signed it with a winky smiley face. Shit the news was out. I doubt it was Dan or Jane. It must have been the other students outside the room after I was finished giving my sample. I honestly don’t even remember them, or who they were. But the news is out now. The next few messages where more of the same, girls.