No, more of an opportunist. Given a respectable situation, one that won’t label me as a pervert or get me arrested, I like to watch. A recent situa...ion gave rise to an opportunity. I live in a small condo garden apartment, three stories, with two apartments on each floor – on the right and left side of the stairs. My neighbor Diana and I are on the top floor. Diana is an attractive young woman with whom I’ve been friendly. We exchange pleasantries when we encounter each other. She was at. He worked out in the company gym over his lunch hour, so he kept in pretty good shape. He had dark, piercing eyes and rough cut features. His huge smile and clean cut appearance made him popular with the ladies, but even after 25 years, one had yet to catch him. Just as quickly as it had flared, his temper subsided. He glanced at the car's clock again. It 5:15 and already growing dark. He had just crossed over into Washington and was beginning to pick up the pace a little as the weather. The same thingsare accomplished; it is just different.I know she is superstitious. It is so strange that Melany can kowtow toancient fairytales, for that is what they are. The Irish people andtheir long, drawn-out stories - it is fucking annoying. Melany is a go-getter and someone not to be trifled with. Yet here she is spouting offstrange dealings with the King of the little people.Apparently, I have been cursed, according to Melany. What a crock, andI don't mean a crock of gold. Everything. She had looked stunning as she left in the new little black dress i had brought for her. Her black high heels clicking loudly on the pavement. Underneath she was wearing some really sexy red lingerie with white stockings. I watched her walk away from the upstairs window with pangs of jealousy, excitement and fear. Her friend Andrea was there to take them to the club, a club well known for white women and Black men. It had been Andrea who had convinced my wife to go, telling her what great.