Several months have passed since my wife and I moved here, and the neighbors have been incredibly kind and welcoming. My wife is bright, adorable, and blessed with a big, voluptuous figure—she stands out in every way. Thanks to her charm, she's built great relationships with everyone around. Today, one of the neighborhood men stopped by again, bringing vegetables as a gift. He always stares at my wife with a slightly lewd expression in his eyes. It bothers me—deeply. There's no doubt in my mind that something has happened between them when I wasn't around. This gift of vegetables? Just another excuse to get close to her.