After that second time exploring the neighbor’s panties drawer while they were away (“Neighbor Watch”), I let my mom feed the cat and I stayed away from the neighbor’s house. Our neighbors returned the following week, and the first time I saw Mrs. C after their return, I felt a little embarrassed, and just gave her a quick neighborly wave. For the next two weeks, my guilt ate at my conscience, but then, as more time passed, I relaxed. It didn’t look like anyone knew about my adventures while feeding their cat. About a month later, I was...
