There is a girl next door; she is 19 years old. I saw her hanging out the washing this morning and she put out about a dozen pairs of knickers. I could tell which ones are hers, and which are her mums. Later, they went out. I climbed over the fence and took a pair of her knickers off the line; a nice little pink pair. I rushed upstairs and pleasured myself with them. She will never get them back.
— Manny, 36