SHE KNEW HE WAS WATCHING.
Heather also knew that Dave wasn’t aware that she’d discovered his not so secret spot in the corner by the window in his father’s bedroom. She’d first noticed the net curtains twitching a week or so ago when she’d invited a couple of her exchange student friends over for a hot tub party and she’d caught a glimpse of Dave’s unmistakable silhouette with its arm moving frantically as he’d jerked himself silly over her and her teenaged friends in their swimsuits.
On occasion, she’d even caught Dave spying on Phil and Nancy as they cavorted in the tub. She’d watched him from the secretive darkness of the landing as he fiddled with his d**k and had done his best to catch his spurting spunk in one hand so as not to spray it on the expensive velvet curtains. Hell, she’d
