Anthony felt great after that little episode. It was a real rush to watch things you’re not supposed to be watching. That was Anthony’s first tast... of voyeurism. Another time, he was walking his dog and spotted a car parked under a tree. The guy had his window down and was moaning out. He had his head all the way back on his head rest and was shouting out all kinds of things. Anthony was interested and walked closer to the car. He saw somebody had their head in the guy’s lap and was bobbing up. On the few occasions that she went into town she would dress in modern garb but Meg liked the nostalgic look of her early womanhood in the nineteen-fifties. Besides, her son like his mother dressed this way too, it reminded him of the hours they had spent together each day when he was home-schooled by her. But Peter was now the man of the house.Meg had spent the day working in her garden and doing housework. At five o’clock she started dinner and then went upstairs to her bedroom to get. Standing there in the dimly lit murk, the smell of defecation, stale piss and old cigarette smoke, undercut with the smell of industrial strength bleach. Once you'd had a couple of encounters, it was amazing what responses these stenches could evoke to your nether regions. Noticing that the guy at the end of the urinal had been standing there for ages and you'd never heard the splash of urine hitting the steel trough. Tentatively looking in his direction, searching for a sign that he was here. "Never did like the little shit," she added.I knew exactly who she was talking about, I had already gathered that much information based on Jill's appearance and condition when she'd arrived home, not to mention what she'd seen and then commented on to me."Think they broke up?" I wondered."I certainly hope so, it would be for the best though I'm sure Jill wouldn't see it that way." My Aunt then smiled at me assuredly. "I really wouldn't worry about it, she'll come around and tell us what's.