It's an old story, sorry about that... around twenty years ago, when I was in middle school... is it okay? My family consisted of my father, mother, and me. At the time, my mother was around forty years old. Back then, there lived a guy nearby who was single, drank a lot, and didn't have much of a job—basically, what you'd call an obvious 'pervert.' This guy would hit on my mom every day, half-joking but kind of serious, often with sexual harassment mixed in...
