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Lust or Anger; Anger or Lust?
Julian Kaiser settled himself in his usual place for a bird’s-eye view of the back yard.
He had already nestled a worn patch, such were the frequency of his visits, though catching her outside late at night was a rare bonus. He could see her window from here, too. He congratulated himself on the perfect vantage point. The wild ferns had become ground cover from the weight of his body. If anyone had looked, there would be hard evidence of his voyeuristic intentions. But the yard was so unkempt, clearly no one had the inclination.
She looked like a child this night.
He felt his arousal.
She was dressed in long socks and a man’s thick, long jersey. He wished she’d worn her silky pajamas. Then he could see the outline of her n*****s.
He felt the darkness
