Joe was the only ting in her life, it seemed, to make sense. She could always be herself around Joe. She opens the paper and reads the message Joe lef... her "For my darling, Tay, when it seems like the world is closing around you, just escape to your own little world and be you, with love Joe XOXO" Taylor smiles at the note as she brings it to her chest clutching it with both hands. Joe had always given the best advice to Taylor when she really needed it.The bathroom door opens up and three. ’ ‘Aaron who?’ ‘Aaron going to kick your ass when you open this door. So…uh…open the door?’ ‘Doesn’t sound tempting, Aaron Going-To-Kick-Your-Ass. Are you Native American? How exotic.’ Muffled laughter from his side of the door. ‘Tara. I still have to make you dinner. Remember our plans?’ ‘We had plans?’ ‘Yes. Dinner. Have you forgotten? The last taste on your tongue was me.’ ‘Right. Okay, well, then. You fed me. I’m full. Night!’ ‘Not hardly, Tara. Come on now, open the door. I’ll smell good. I was sure he was right, but at the same time I realized that "the right woman" would mean a stepmother. I started to cry, cuz I didn't like the idea at all.I guess you could say I cried myself to sleep, and I wasn't sleeping real good. Even that was interrupted in the early morning hours by an awful thunderstorm. Thunderstorms always scare me, though now that I'm older they didn't usually bother me much. This storm, though, was bad enough that I had to sit up and turn on my bedside lamp. The. One of my fantasies was to watch another woman masurbate. This was something I'd not seen since I was at school, many, many years earlier. This was about my neighbours. They're about mid forties, very prudish, I always thought. She dresses quite matronly, works in the library. He's an accountant. Get the picture. We live in bungalows, totally secluded. One night, I was in the garden. About 11 ish. Their bedroom light came on. Curtains not quite shut. I couldn't see in from where I was but I was.