As panic settles in, a memory popped into your head from when you were a child when you thought you saw a woman being rammed into a wall by another man in the neighborhood. Afraid, you dialed 911 and the police came right away, only to find out what you witnessed was not an assault, but the two having sex. That's when your mum banned you from going to other people's property for a few years.
"That's not something I want to repeat again" you say to yourself as you put your phone down.
Quietly jumping the fence, you manage to sneak around the house to the window where the living room should be. It was open, so you decide to peek inside, being surprised at what you saw and heard.
There mail woman was, sitting in Trevor's lap as the two were laughing and clearly having a good time with what appeared to be a can of beer in their hands.
"Heh heh! See? It's good to take a load off once in a while and have a little fun!" Trevor said before taking a gulp of his beer.
The blonde woman was just finishing her own sip, clearly a little tipsy from the alcohol. "Well I guess it's alright. I didn't have any more mail today, so you were my last stop!" she says with a loud burp, causing the two to laugh harder, even getting a few snorts out of the woman.
You sigh in relief as you realize it was the best possible situation of Trevor just being his friendly self to others. Although there was something off about the mail woman. You try to think of what it was as you look over her body, though it was kinda hard to think with the mix of alcohol in the air and another strange, musky smell. Was she always a little chubby? Her belly seemed to stick out of her shirt a bit and over her skirt. She also seemed to be rocking a bit while in his lap. Could it be...?
'Linda! Yeah, I think her name was Linda' you think to yourself. 'I guess I really was panicking over nothing'
With that cleared up to you, you quietly head back home to continue your movies.