As it was ending just few inches down her buttocks, making her look more sexy. There was only a cross strap on her back, ultimately it was backless to.... Her milky white legs were glowing. She sat in front of the mirror and started to dry her hairs, after that applied a very light makeup and got up and said “darling! What about my sandals?” “Don’t worry a bit just look damn sexy.” He brought forward his left hand and handed over one more paper bag, having a black weighs heels scandals with knee. He waited patiently for his purchases to be rung, tapping his fingertips in time to the inoffensively boring music that wafted through the shop. I imagined that he worked in an office of some sort, for his hands bore no sign of manual labor. Yet they had a strength about them; an enticing dexterity that made me wish he was tapping them in a far more intimate place—a place that was growing warmer and wetter with each flex of his graceful knuckles. Perhaps he had a hobby or a vocation that. It had only been a couple of nights since I last watched her but I had to see more. I found myself waiting and watching out the window to see when she would come home. For the next three days she never got home until after one in the morning and immediately her apartment would go dark. By the fourth night I was gust about to give up. But I was obsessed with what I had seen and I had to see more. That night when I saw her drive up I immediately snuck out the back window and found a good spot to. .." Wait until next week?" I ask. "Because you don't know how to use the camera, Ben Stone?" Of course I know how to use the camera." I have wounded his pride. "It's just that I usually do the guys and Carrie does the, uh, women. And she won't be here until the fifth, for her classes. The Pilates is first, and then cycling. But she can do it when her classes are done." Well, you're just going to have to try, Ben. When I come back in here, it's going to be to start aerobics, not wait around for.