Shortly after moving in, I fell head over heels for the woman living across from me, visible through my window. Captivated by her presence, I longed to get closer, yet could only watch her from afar. One day, I noticed vegetables rolling in her yard, sparking an idea that made my heart race. I quickly gathered them into a bag and headed to her house. When I rang the doorbell, she appeared. I explained the vegetables were from my parents' home, and our conversation flowed naturally. Learning she worked as an insurance saleswoman, I seized the chance to continue talking and stepped inside. As we spoke, I noticed her seeming slightly dazed, but I kept going regardless. That day ended without incident, but she mentioned teaching me yoga, and we made plans to meet again. As the day approached, I could no longer restrain myself—I pinned her down, continuing to caress her passionately despite her protests. Suddenly, her body convulsed as she reached climax. In that moment, she smiled and said, "You'll take responsibility, right?" Then she undressed herself, eagerly sliding her tongue over my groin, beginning a new relationship.