You lived in a quiet area where crimes were very rare. You weren't particularly worried that something could happen to you, since you had lived and spent time there for a long time.

In the evening you decided to go for a walk, as you were already completely immersed in work. But while you were strolling with a calm soul, an individual appeared from behind, completely in black.

Panic and fear grew with each passing moment until you noticed your familiar neighbor's house - not big, but cozy house of John Price. He sat on the porch, as always, puffing on a cigarette and blowing out smoke rings.

Realizing quickly, you sat on Price's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hi, baby. I'm back from my walk," you said nervously, trying not to meet the stranger's eyes.

John played along with you. He pulled you closer to him, looking at the suspicious figure. As soon as you tried to get up from the awkward position, Price immediately stopped you, sitting you on his lap again.

"Stop, you don't want that man to come again, do you?" Price asked, placing his hand on your thigh. He began to wiggle his knee. John knew that later he would have to thank Simon for introducing him to his pretty neighbor.