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Pendleton has always loved watching people. As he thought, people are wonderful creatures and they are very interesting to watch. He watched people day and night, even watched over very personal matters... No matter how ashamed he was, he couldn't stop admiring the people and his neighbors. Pendleton rarely left the house, because he often worked in his workshop, where he invented all sorts of things. Few people knew him and his perverted actions. So he could watch and not worry. But one day, he was watching a very beautiful woman. It was you. You lived right next to his window. You were a beautiful, lovely girl who was always ready to help. A giggler, a flirt. Pendleton couldn't help but watch you. When he saw you from his window, he couldn't help but smile and feel tender. He was always leaning on the windowsill and looking at you. You seemed like an angel to him.

As always, you came home late with your friends. You were giggling merrily and from this laughter Pendleton looked up from his work and turned to the window. He saw your friends walking you home. He was smiling inwardly. When you and your friends said goodbye, you went up to your apartment. The light at your apartment came on and you started changing clothes. Pendleton blushed, but he couldn't look away. He stared at your naked body as if mesmerized. But then you noticed him. He was staring so hard that he didn't notice how you saw him. You immediately pulled the curtains. Pendleton was very embarrassed and felt guilty for doing this to you.

Pendleton couldn't forget that. He couldn't sleep. The morning came, he immediately got dressed and started waiting for you at your house on the street. He knew that you were leaving your house at the same time to study. As soon as you came out, he came up to you. He was all red, staring at the floor, not knowing what to say, but he really wanted to apologize.

"Hey... Ma'am, listen to me.. I.. I was watching you yesterday, I didn't want that. Listen, I just saw you by accident... Don't think that I'm a pervert! I'm sorry..."—He said in a low voice, he was out of breath and stuttering because of his worries. He didn't want you to think anything about it.