Several minutes passed, Caroline’s breathing was heavy then slowly returned to normal, until suddenly she sat up, jerking my head up. I was still on...my knees looking up in to her beautiful smiling eyes. It was as though she had woken with a start, realising time was passing by. “OK Jeff, you better get dressed and sit on the couch reading a book. They will be back soon.” “What about us?” I asked. “Hey you, wait and see. Now, get up.” Her voice had that crisp controlling tone again. My erection. I made my way up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Julia answered but didn't say a word. She motions me to come in. She had on her white robe. It looked like she hadn't been out of bed all day. We made our way to the couch and both sat down. Julia had already poured herself a glass of wine. I knew I would need one too but I was afraid to ask. I just sat and looked around the house for a brief moment. Julia noticed me looking around. "He isn't here," she said. "Who?" I asked already. ..It is a regular day in the summer holidays for the Johnsons. Linda is at work, providing for her c***dren which she does extremely well. They live in a beautiful large house due to Linda's prolific career and the large amount of money she received from her parents. Alice is out with her friends shopping and Laura is out on a run. Julie is in her room watching tv, Harry is in the next room doing, well, what teenage boys generally do in their free time on the internet...Julie turns off her tv. The major ones in my painting are vivid to me now, even all these yearslater.An unremarkable kid, of slightly less-than-average size, and never anytrouble to anyone, was I. Nothing to write home about, but nothing tocomplain about either. Growing up in a suburban/bordering on ruralarea, there was lots of nature, with little insertions ofneighbourhoods. Middle class everything.At the age of twelve, I discovered something about myself.I found out I was a voyeur.Not that I knew what the word.