I nearly called the police.
The first incident occurred on a sweltering Tuesday afternoon. I was watering my hydrangeas when I glanced up toward his second-floor bedroom window. The blinds were wide open. Ryo stood there—completely naked—practicing what I can only describe as interpretive dance in front of a full-length mirror. I froze, garden hose still running, as he twirled and struck poses that would make a professional contortionist wince. He caught my eye. Did he stop? No. He winked . My Neighbor Is Way Too Perverted- -Summer Speci...
The next day, we had a family meeting to discuss the situation. My parents were aware of Mr. Jenkins' eccentricities, but they had no idea he had taken things this far. I nearly called the police
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