schoolgirl window flashed
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Rhonda worked in an office in Sydney’s western suburbs as a receptionist. She was friendly, jovial, laughed a lot…quite pretty, very well dressed (like most receptionists) and I’d say she was mid-thirties. There was another receptionist with her, a young woman, of about the same age.
This second receptionist kept walking in and out of the room during the survey, but whenever she was present she made “Yuk” faces. Rhonda herself laughed a lot as she told her story. In fact she had me laughing right along with her.
Have you been flashed?
She had been, but always by the same person, a chauffeur who lived next door. What happened was, Rhonda’s bedroom window faced the neighbour’s bathroom and the neighbour exposed himself through the open bathroom window.
“He stood on something,” she said, “so I couldn’t see his head…but I could see his other head,” she added. We all, including Rhonda, laughed at that.
“Anyway, I could only see the lower half of his body. Quite often he was just nude, but if he was wearing a robe, he would open it.
“I think he was spying on me, because he seemed to know whenever I entered my bedroom.”
“Did you tell your parents?”
“No. Well I did, once, but my mum got so angry, I never said anything after that.”
“And when did this happen?”
“From when I was about fifteen until I was twenty.”
“That was a lot of flashes.”
“It was. And often when I went out, to the shops or something, he waited for me and sort of trapped me and talked to me. He didn’t do anything, but I was a bit scared.”
“And did he masturbate when he exposed himself?”
“No.”
“So what was your reaction?”
“I was shocked, especially in the beginning, and I always closed my window.”
I asked her if she ever reported it to the police and she said, no. I asked her why.
“Well, he never really did anything to hurt me or threaten me.”
I asked her if she thought the act should be a criminal offence and she said, yes.
That did not make a lot of sense to me. She never reported it to the police, but thought it was a criminal act. I have come to expect such inconsistencies in these surveys and I mentioned it to Rhonda. She explained that she considered it a criminal offence because she was often quite fearful of the chauffeur next door, especially when her parents were away. She never knew what he might do.
She said, however, that if she was flashed by someone walking past her on a street, she would not consider that a criminal offence.
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