This young man was a butcher, who enjoyed slaughtering pigs for meat but now pigs were rare and could not be made into meat. Being a butcher he knew t...at the meat of a young women was the closet thing to the meat of a suckling pig, at first the man was disgusted by his own thoughts of cannibalism but over time, as he thought more about it, the idea grew on him and he set out to create a machine that would take the place of the modern pig spitting machine but this would be designed for human. I almost panicked; I quickly slid down to the floor and crouched beside the stove.It was Mrs. B., she walked in, humming to herself. I peeked around the corner and saw her arranging something on the table. Thank heaven she wasn’t cooking or she’d be right here at the stove; she’d see me for sure. How could I explain why I was naked hiding behind the stove in the kitchen? I thought she’d find me or hear me breathing but she didn’t. She turned around and went back through the dining room.I just. As we were alone inside, I put my hand around her shoulders, dragging her close to me. “Tell me what I should do first thing when we are inside the room,” I asked.“I don’t know,” she said shyly.“You came to the office today without knowing anything?”She blushed. Her every blush was giving me more excitement.We came out of the lift and walked towards the room. And at last, we were in the room, locked in private. The room was spacious with a big bed in the middle. The bed was decorated with. I am sorry.”I did not know what to say, but if my blush got any harder my head would melt.“You never said anything, I thought our friendship would be over. Do you mind me asking, why you did not do something to stop us?”“I…” I what? I am a voyeur and enjoyed it, that I wanted to have something on Mark? I shook my head.Carol was concentrating on her wine, not looking at me. “I did it to get back at you, I should not have, it was childish.”“Get back at me?” I was astonished. “What did I ever do.