After a new house being built behind mine, a family had moved in. I had the pleasure of meeting the wife and daughter one day as the father was a busy man. The wife was Amala. She was fair and good looking.

One day I was relaxing in my bedroom with the curtains pulled and I look out of the window and see Amala hanging her clothes on her terrace. I could help but get a closer look. As I approached the window I wasn’t afraid if she saw me cause she couldn’t as my windows would not show anything to an outsider unless a light is on.