My wife, Judy, came down from the attic with a stunned look on her face.

We had been settling into our new house for several days now. The move was going fine. We liked our neighborhood; it seemed quiet and friendly.

“Warren, you’ve got to come see this!”

I followed her upstairs, admiring the curve of her toned, denim-covered ass, even as I was curious about what she’d discovered. She led me to the far end of the attic, to a small window that I had to lean out toward to see anything through.

“Take a look,” she said, voice trembling either with uneasiness or excitement. I couldn’t quite tell. Maybe it was a little of both.

Frowning, I hung onto a rafter and leaned and looked. My eyes bugged out immediately. The odd angle of the attic window gave me... Read More