“Tell me more. I want to know it all.”
“I started watching you from my car. I stayed parked across the street from your house for just a few minutes, then ten minutes, and then twenty minutes. Always at night, of course. Then curiosity kicked me in the ass and under my skin. I got the bright idea to enter your saltbox from the back door, because you rarely lock it, which you should, by the way. That was a few days after Thanksgiving.
“A rush came over me the first time. Blood filled my head and balls, if you want to know the truth. You were showering and I looked through all the house’s rooms, and some of your drawers. I even watched you shower a bit, which wasn’t a bad sight at all. I stayed for about four minutes. No longer. Just got a taste of the place. A lick maybe. Nothing more. No
