My heart was beating wildly. The sensation of voyeurism was exhilarating, especially when I was peeping at a beautiful young woman doing yoga in the nude. It seemed that this neighborhood was far more interesting than I had imagined.
Jezelle was mopping the floor when she noticed my startled look and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I waved her concerns away and sat on the sofa as my phone rang. It was the private detective, so I quickly answered his call.
The private detective had found some information about Sharon's lover. His name was Adam Zimmerman, and he owned a chain of erotic hotels.
I thanked the private detective and transferred a sum of money as payment, requesting that he continue his investigation.
Meanwhile, I had received a message from Kaley, who wanted to discuss so
