Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the front door swing open to admit a stout, heavy-set man. He's wearing an outfit much the same as yours, a shirt and shorts, but his don't fit in the slightest. His massive hairy gut is just hanging out, exposed for all to see. What his shirt does cover is his equally large breasts, but it's strained, showing off the outline of his nipples rather distastefully. He's standing in side profile thankfully, so you don't have to see what his lowered shorts are doing for what he looks from behind.
You blank out on who this is exactly, but he looks familiar. Maybe he's one of Dad's work friends who comes around for his barbeques, or another one of your neighbors that you don't pay attention to. He's careful to close the door behind him, in a weird sneaky manner that brings to mind cartoon crooks breaking into someone's house. He looks around for a moment, before shrugging, leaning against the wall and taking out a phone from his pockets. "At least he won't notice me," you think, successfully pulling the other leg of your shorts on. You get off the chair with a clatter, sending it a few inches to the side. As you walk over to the pantry to grab a few snacks, the stranger peeks into the kitchen, one hand on his phone and the other on his belly.
"Hey, kiddo," he drawls, "This Rob's house?"
You peer cautiously at the man. You were sure the front door was locked, yet this guy was able to get in. You keep your eyes on him as you pull out the big bag of chips and pop it open. "Rob's my dad. Who are you?" you say to him. "And what are you doing in my house?"
The guy puts his phone away in his back pockets, then reaches over and nabs a few chips from the bag, brushing hands with yours for just a moment. "Name's Sammy, kiddo," he says, "I'm a friend of your pop; he said he wanted me over for dinner today, gave me a key an' everything." He pulls a lanyard out from under his shirt and, lo and behold, a key identical to your house key dangles from its clip.
Your suspicion of him abates slightly. Dad must have some good reason for this guy to get free access to your house, and you don't know enough about your Dad's friends to raise the issue. At the same time though, something's off about Sammy. How did he get into your neighborhood dressed like that? Surely, he would have been charged with public indecency.
You take a moment to think about how to handle this, and decide that you'll…
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