By Rosalie Tirella
Finally! The Truth! The awful – but liberating – truth! “J.” had had enough this past Friday night! The Toombs of 132 Institute Road, Worcester, were put in their place by J., the Toombs’ next door neighbor! He finally got so disgusted and freaked and worn down by their weird, perverted, exhibitionist behavior, that he cracked. Had a mini-meltdown – right in the middle of the West Side. This past Friday night J. let go let the Toombs know that he was sick of living next door to them – perverts – perverts who molest each other, exhibit their breasts and genatalia to him, scream “cock sucker” in the middle of their back yard – and in general sexually assault him at every turn.
Truly a night mare.
“Naked! Naked! Naked!” J. screamed at the top of his lungs to his next door neighbors. I’M sick of it! Don’t show me your boobs and cocks – you do this so I see! No more! You disgust me! You do this for me – all your other shades are drawn.
J. was right – all the other blinds and shades of the Toombs’ house are closed/drawn. When they walk around naked in their house – the family on the other side of them can’t see. The same goes for the homeowners at the back of their home. But the huge picture window facing J.’s back door and the attic window that is across from his second floor always remain open. And at night, the lights are on – bright. So they can show J. their boobs and cocks.
All for J. The poor guy.
I have written about “The Boob “- Terry – Theresa – Toombs – and how she folds laundry in her picture window at night, the lights on bright, Terry buck naked. I have written about how Billy junior, their son, was sexually inappropriate with a developmentally disabled person – and got off the hook thanks to a smarty pant lawyer. And Billy senior was put a way for two years for his sexual misdeeds.
How did this clan ever get in the West Side?
Debasing themselves – debasing J.
This is America. People can do what they want to do, and do who they want to do, in the privacy of their homes – as long as it’s between two consenting adults. But people do not have the right to exhibit themselves to their neighbors. Shove their privates into their neighborhs’ faces. DRAW THE BLINDS, you perverts.
J. has been for the past year or so, I believe, showing symptoms of someone who has been sexually abused. By outing his anger, screaming for them to stop, he took control of the situation – the Toombs’ filthy secrets and ways were outed.
For a year or so now, the Toombs have foisted their sick behavior on J. J. gets up at 1:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom. What does he see? Billy senior buck naked in the window facing him, lights on, playing with himself. J. is repulsed.
J. is outside working on his truck, he lifts his head up to change the station on his truck radio and what does he see? Terry – Theresa – Toombs – 61 years old, overweight and with a mouth as big and dirty as her bottom – folding laundry buck naked in her big picture window, all the lights on – boobs a-bouncing – the window only yards away from J.’s truck/J.
J. cannot leave his house without being visually assaulted by these sickos.
Pull the blinds down, you pigs! J. screamed at them Friday night. You perverts! I am so sick of this! Then he added: I plow the driveway [it is a shared one] – you have never lifted a shovel or put down a grain of sand or snow melt! The roof is sagging [they have to share a garage, too], you need to pay for half of the roofing job! The driveway needs repairing!
J. was livid. He was beside himself. I have never seen him so enraged. He is a little guy – but big boned and strong because of his contracting work – so he has a great diaphram. He was bellowing the truth. BELLOWING HIS DISGUST. The entire neighborhood heard him railing against what they have probably only guessed at. But now everyone on Institute Road has been warned.
And as Terry Toombs and Billy senior and their loud mouthed new “boarder” a 30-something broad who leers at J. and who is contantly taking pictures of the driveway whenever I come by, saw and heard how upset J. was this Friday, what did they do? They all smiled, even laughed – and half heartedly denied the charges. Terry said that the last time we both saw her – she was wearing a little pink sports bra and that is OK.
Why are we even tallking about your bra??!!! J. screamed.
The Toombs had accomplished their goal – pulled J. into a sick intimate world. By screaming GO AWAY, J. pushed them back, pulled himself out of the muck that is the Toombs of 132 Institute Road.
When the police came, I asked the cop: What can we do about the boobs in the window, the penis in the window?
The cop said: CALL 911
And 911 will be called.
It will take the police some time to get to 132 Institute Road, and by then the Toombs will have put their boobs and their genetalia back into their sweat pants/shirts and maybe even drawn their blinds. But at least J. will have made the phone call. He will have empowered himself – and created a log – to use in court, if necessary – of the Toombs’ perverted/exhibisionis behavior.
And how they make us all sick.