The young man kissed her tenderly as she folded her arms around his neck. Running one hand through his hair as the other gripped her flashlight. The late autumn breeze caused the house to creak. Decaying floorboards seemed to shift to the left, then back into place. The young man’s flashlight stood on its end, lighting up the tiny upstairs room. Slowly, he unzipped the windbreaker the young lady was wearing. Letting out a thin, pleasant gasp, she drew him tighter as she pushed herself against the wall. Placing his hands on her hips. He moved to kiss her neck. Moaning through a whisper, she wet her lips. As the young man continued. The young lady felt a tender caress on her cheek. The young man's hands had left her hips and were now moving up her shirt. Opening her eyes in a panic. There, standing in front of the exposed window, a man stood dressed in overalls and a checked shirt. His hair short, dark, a patchy mustache clung to his upper lip. A grin inches across his face,