Blowin My Neighbor

Hank was my neighbor, and I had huge hot's for him. Any chance I got I would watch him. Our houses stood side by side with only a chain-link fence between. Because there were no fence boards to obscure my view, I got plenty of Hank viewing time. His wife worked days and Hank worked nights, so many days during the summer he would hang out in his backyard, lounging, tinkering, or my favorite, washing his big black truck.