The Next Best Thing
Dammit! The Jackson’s curtains were shut, and they were the only people within view that were halfway attractive.
What’s a voyeur to do when there’s no one to peep at?
Frustrated, she kicked her door and threw herself down on her bed. Behind her the door swung; the mirror on it caught her eye.
In it she could see her dresser mirror. And in that...
... she saw a naked girl, in profile, on a bed. She moved a hand and watched the girl cup an upturned breast. She reached down, and the girl began to stroke herself.
Fascinated, she watched.
Copyright © 2003 by Chris Bridges. All rights reserved.
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