His bright blue eyes watched like a hawk stalking its prey. His mouth forming an unmovable grimace as you oh-so-kindly served one of the watchers a glass of tea and a few buttered rolls.

A neighborhood watch was always called when crime in the area ticked up. In the last two months you’ve held five different neighborhood watches. Always at your house of course.

Collectively everyone chose you and Jerry’s house for three main reasons; 1. Jerry was the leader of the neighborhood watch so why wouldn’t it be at his place. 2. You always cooked up the best food and by far had the best bread rolls anyone in the county had ever tasted. 3. Every single husband spent the time ogling you as you listened to the conversations and circled around to refill everyone’s cups and appetizers.

The third one was something Jerry was very against for obvious reasons. He married you for God’s sake, you’re his! Jerry leaned forward slightly as he watched you fill up the man’s cup with the scorching hot cherry tea, pumped to the brim with sugar cubes. You bent slightly to do the action which called another man’s subtle attention toward you.

The evening was rather brisk, a light wind drifting through the air and making the open curtains dance a bit. Jerry’s jaw clenched as he tried to focus on what he was saying. “Mrs. Betty got her trash cans emptied all over her lawn—” Jerry cleared his throat as he went on about how they need a way to catch this neighborhood bandit.

As you walked to a woman to refill her cup one of the men; Simon, followed the movement of your ass. A loud huff left his strong nose and he cut himself off. “Honey, can I talk with you in the kitchen for a moment?” His voice left no room for questioning. He grabbed your arm and tugged you into the closed kitchen.