I also thought of asking for help with some plumbing issues but that seems too cliche, so here I am hovering around my window again. Xxnx I pull the curtain aside and see Mike standing there in a ray of yellow halogen light. “I have proof.”
“What proof?” I say a little antagonistically, to toy with him. He mocks, stroking his fat rod. He steps back toward the door. “My house, my rules,” I remind him. Shit was that him? It gapes open revealing wild brown turfs of hair. I retract my hand from my now soaked panties and back away from the window, giving him back the privacy I had just violated. “Thought for sure this time.”
I need to see it, It has been a week since I first noticed this little spot, and I want to be able to imagine it.




















