Stan’s backdoor neighbor
Stan walked along the trail through the forest reserve. He spent his Saturday mornings doing this pleasant activity in all four seasons. It was early autumn and the colors of the leaves and the musty smell of the forest filled his nostrils with a heady perfume. He felt alive and rejuvenated after a long week in a confined office space at the engineering firm where he worked. His office was actually walking distance from his condo and this trail was a route to get there, slightly longer, but infinitely more pleasant than the city street route he sometimes took. He seldom saw other people on the trail, but today he followed a young girl, he guessed to be around 18 or 19 years old. She was very slender, long legged, with high small breasts under …