A romance.
There is no thrill of romance greater than that which is expressed surreptitiously. Could Mona ever discover the intentions of my secret self, there’s a possibility she wouldn’t absentmindedly uncross her legs on the sofa as she does to give a flash of very pale knickers just at the vanishing point on the crotch of her tights, that she wouldn’t lean over such that down the gape of her top her small breasts strain against the fabric it’d be so easy to reach out and tear from her. I think the mere fact of this romance being illicit only adds to the cruel pleasure of feeling the heat from her skin so close to my crotch. Peter might well know exactly what thoughts send a shiver from my brain all the way down to my groin and back every time she stirs but this isn’t Peter’s battle, i
