(this post is a continuance from blogs I made previously, please refer to them below, they are numbered)

Time to meet this guy I thought to myself. I recall a few years in past he had stopped by to visit his grandpa next door. I can recall him riding a motorcycle at one point. And prior to that he had had dialogue with my then husband and came in my home to admire the new remodeling we were doing. At the time I was sick as a dog and only allow my eyes to sneak a peak out from under the blanket I had over me, as I laid lifeless on the couch. He was handsome and charming I can recall, but the timing was wrong, my soul was not searching.

So here we are roughly five years later and there comes a knock on my door. Hi, my name is George. Could I borrow a pan? Was I annoyed? maybe a little. I was trying to get the house cleaned and my two girls to bed. I had heard the rumors and I was not in the mood to appease any sort of pick up line. I quickly gave him the pan and wish him a good night, no hurry with the pan.

It was that night that I decided the time was right to see what this sex offender did to land the title. I took to the internet and sent out a search on the man next door…with my pan.

The mad dog watch page displayed a identifying mug shot as well as a brief description.

RSA: A:3 Felonious Sexual Assault 11/4/94

I contemplated how to handle living so close to him, how to guard outside play for girls. It weighed on me, but not intensely. I’m not an over reactor by any means. I didn’t find his behaviors odd at times we had contact. But I also understand that not all convicts show signs.

I quickly reasoned in my mind that avoidance would be best, until she came back around….