Every day, I would watch him through my upstairs bedroom with either my own eyes or binoculars. I have watched him take a shower, work out, and every ...ow and then watch him talk on the phone.Often times, I would imagine myself with him with erotic thoughts. I had to take action and I got a plan. That night while he's sleeping, I got out me black leather outfit which consisted of a black leather and lycra bustier, a thong, knee-high boots, sheer stay-up thigh-highs, jacket, and gloves. I got. ...........shit, my rod is going to stick out and wave hello !!!!!!!! Heather looked back at me as smiled as she could feel my raging hard on. She pushed her sweet little ass up and down as the boat bounced along the choppy water. I was doing everthing possible not to embarrass myself but my cock had other thoughts. I told Heather thats enough it's Bobbie's turn. She went over and wispered something to here twin sister and Bobbie had a very peculiar look on her face. Bobbie, sat down on my. Right away he tried to call her again, but there still was no answer. He went back to the livingroom to check the answering machine and he found one message. He played it.“Gabe? This is Roxanne.” her voice was shaky, “I’m sorry I left so suddenly. I wanna explain, tonight, Hanrahan’s Pub, at eight.”It was seven. If he’d take the car it would be fifteen minutes through the maze of one-way streets and if he’d walk it would be the same, but less annoying. He didn’t really trust it, but wanting to. They'd vary the sequence, vary the wording, vary the intensity, but it all came down to just these things, and I gave the same answers every time. They threatened me with Guantanamo where they've stashed all the supposed terrorists, I amused myself by asking if it was a Caribbean resort. They said I'd spend the rest of my life in prison, I told them they had to try me first and on what charges? We went up and down, round and round, and nobody got anywhere—not them and not me.I finally found out.