Typically when I get home from work, I will check my mail box while I’m waiting for my garage door to open. It’s so much of a routine that it’s become subconscious behavior. Except for yesterday. When I checked yesterday, my subconscious was obliterated with highly charged conscious thought.
There was a small package from “that mega mail order company” inside my mail box. I didn’t think much of it immediately because I get stuff from them often and even do a little business with them as my e-books are listed there. So packages from them are pretty much a normal thing. But, not this package however.
As I was checking out the address label, I got hit with a flood of memories from several events involving my neighbor who likes to watch/spy on Rachel and me when we are out back on our patio and especially in the hot tub. I’ve shared some of those instances in the past.
What got me going back down that rabbit hole, was the address on the label. It was addressed to this particular neighbor’s house BUT… the name on the label was “My Lee”! Please tell me you see it too. ;0) You see, this neighbor has witnessed my tickle play with Rachel on multiple occasions and has been very obvious about it. Rachel and I are convinced that she is either a serial voyeur, interested in our play or some perverted combination of the two.
Seeing “My Lee” on the address label made me really want to open the package to see if the name on the label meant what I imagined it did. I didn’t do it though. I sighed and walked over to my neighbor’s mail box and put the package in it. As I was walking back to my car at the end of my driveway, I mumbled, “There you go My Lee. Happy tickles.”
Rachel and I had a long conversation about this and our curiosity is now peaked as to what was in that package and if our neighbor is or has become “one of us”.
There was a small package from “that mega mail order company” inside my mail box. I didn’t think much of it immediately because I get stuff from them often and even do a little business with them as my e-books are listed there. So packages from them are pretty much a normal thing. But, not this package however.
As I was checking out the address label, I got hit with a flood of memories from several events involving my neighbor who likes to watch/spy on Rachel and me when we are out back on our patio and especially in the hot tub. I’ve shared some of those instances in the past.
What got me going back down that rabbit hole, was the address on the label. It was addressed to this particular neighbor’s house BUT… the name on the label was “My Lee”! Please tell me you see it too. ;0) You see, this neighbor has witnessed my tickle play with Rachel on multiple occasions and has been very obvious about it. Rachel and I are convinced that she is either a serial voyeur, interested in our play or some perverted combination of the two.
Seeing “My Lee” on the address label made me really want to open the package to see if the name on the label meant what I imagined it did. I didn’t do it though. I sighed and walked over to my neighbor’s mail box and put the package in it. As I was walking back to my car at the end of my driveway, I mumbled, “There you go My Lee. Happy tickles.”
Rachel and I had a long conversation about this and our curiosity is now peaked as to what was in that package and if our neighbor is or has become “one of us”.
