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John AbernathyApartment ManagerExcelsior Apartments5896 North Madison StreetEverheart, ND*Dear Mr. Abernathy:I am writing to you as our apartment manager to complain about my next door neighbor, Fred Wilkins. Mr. Wilkins lives in Apartment 202, the one right next to mine, and his behavior of late has become irresponsible and reprehensible. It is time for management to take some action.The patios of my apartment and that of Mr. Wilkins adjoin. There is a wall between them, but Mr. Wilkins is a tall man and can easily peer over the wall. I am a large-breasted woman. At certain times it is necessary for a woman endowed as I am to let her breasts experience the Bolu Escort proven health benefits of sunshine and fresh air. On several occasions when I have been sunbathing with my breasts exposed, Mr. Fred Wilkins has peeked over the wall between our patios and said things like, "Hey, Betty, nice tits." This is highly offensive to me.Mr. Wilkins often has his brother, Evan Wilkins, over to visit. Last month Fred Wilkins and his brother both looked over the wall between our patios. I was not sunbathing, but instead, watering my plants and Fred said to me, "Hey Betty, show Evan your tits."*My nerves are not good. When I receive a sudden shock Bolu Escort Bayan or experience a traumatic event, I freeze up and act in unpredictable ways. I was very shocked and flustered by Fred's rude request, and, in my confusion, I guess I did what he asked and showed Fred and Evan my breasts.*Next thing you know, the brothers are looking over the fence every day, having me hop up and down topless so they can see my breasts bounce and jiggle. But it didn't stop there. One day Fred said, "Hey Betty, pull down your pants," but that is where I drew the line and no matter what they may tell you, I only pulled down my pants for them a Escort Bolu couple of times -- or maybe three -- but no more than five times.You may consider these events as playful hijinks between friendly neighbors, but one day it turned bad -- really, really bad. I asked Mr. Fred Wilkins to come to my apartment to help me hang some pictures. While he was doing the work, I decided to take a shower. As I came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, to go to my bedroom and get dressed, Mr. Wilkins was waiting for me. He snatched the towel away, leaving me stark naked in my living room, completely defenseless against his lascivious stares. He could see my breasts, my buttocks, and my vagina. When I tried to cover my nakedness with my hands, he touched me wherever I was uncovered and said that it wasn't nothing he hadn't already seen a hundred times, which was not true at all. It wasn't anywhere close to a hundred.