Wednesday Night Special

For those of you new to the site, welcome! Freaky Friday is the designated day for sex talk on my blog. A special thanks to The Pointmeister for introducing me to the license plate site. Isn't it cute!

When I was about fifteen years old we moved to a newer neighborhood and a nice young couple with a baby moved into our old house. Soon after we moved we got reports from our old neighbors across the street that VERY strange things were happening in our old house. On Wednesday nights while his wife was at church, it became a ritual of the man to have a male friend over. They would expose themselves in front of the big picture window that looked out onto the street where us kids always “hung out.”

One time when I was visiting my old neighborhood, my friends showed me what they were talking about. They had even told their parents about it. I didn’t really think it was strange at the time, but now that I’m an adult, I can’t believe they didn’t call the police, or at least confront the man and tell him to cut it out. And they would never have thought to tell his wife what activities he was up to while she was away. Instead, everyone just thought it was funny.

This was in the early seventies…a strange time when sex wasn’t really discussed in polite company, yet we were in the middle of a sexual revolution. There was no awareness of sex offenders, people didn’t pry into other people’s affairs, a man’s house was his castle and this man’s Wednesday night escapades just made him one of those quirky neighbors.

Things are different now.