I helped my girlfriend stop the JW visits and she never knew it. I was visiting her when she was home from college for the summer and her parents had gone camping for the weekend. As I drove down her street I passed a couple middle-aged ladies who were pulling bibles and pamphlets out of the trunk of a car and handing the pamphlets to a girl who must have been around kindergarten-aged. I figured they’d arrive at my girlfriend’s place in about an hour.
I continued driving and parked in front of my girlfriend’s house. As I approached my girlfriend’s front door I looked up and noticed I could look through the window above the door and clearly see where the stairway from the foyer met the second floor. It wasn’t visible from the street, but if you were following the little cement walkway from the driveway to the door you could look up at just the right moment…
I knocked, she answered the door wearing only a T-shirt, and I handed her the spiffy calculator she wanted to borrow for some courses she was planning to take in Autumn. Then I leaned in close and said, “How long until your parents get back?”
“Two days.” she grinned at me, then turned and led the way into the house, “Where do you want me?”
I thought for a moment as I followed her upstairs, and then a sudden inspiration came to mind. As I passed the landing half-way up the stairs, I grabbed her hip, pointed at the top step, and said, “Right there!”
She looked to where I was pointing, then at me, and grinned, “My! Aren’t we feeling adventurous!”
“You’ll never know.” I grinned back.
We spent the couple hours exploring positions and possibilities, taking into account the structure and layout of the top landing of the stairs. At one point we heard a distant shriek and she stopped to ask, “Was that you?”
“I don’t think so.” I told her, “At least not consciously.”
When I stayed for dinner the next weekend, my girlfriend’s mother noted, “The Smiths next-door say the whole neighborhood got Witnessed last Saturday. Did you see them?”
“I was here all day.” My girlfriend shrugged, “Nobody rang our doorbell.”
Years later, I overheard my girlfriend’s* father saying, “The Smiths asked me how we keep the JW’s away, but I have no idea why they don’t come around any more.”
*By that time, we had broken up, but we’ve always remained friends.