FTHT-239 A summer memory of me and the lady next door getting close through a wall opening, with her asking if I could show her from the other side

One day, a hole appeared in the wall separating my room from the next one… Listening to the everyday sounds coming through the thin walls of the old apartment, I began communicating with the woman living next door. Before long, I ended up getting close with the woman in the neighboring room through the hole in the wall.