She made the eating of her Hot Dog and French Fries an erotic experience. I had to test how far the flirting could go before we backed off. I let my s...ndals fall to the floor. At first, I just let my foot graze her ankle. She made no move to pull away. She was still smiling and looking into my eyes.Before I knew it we were playing full fledged footsie. Our feet were entangled with one another as we continued our dangerous game. Gradually our feet found their way up each other’s calves. Her skin. Over the last few months, I’d learned more and more about how I had a deep-seated voyeuristic tendency, one of my biggest pleasures being hanging back in the shadows and watching quietly as things developed.So, when I’d quietly reached the bottom of the stairs, I peeked through the doorway to the kitchen to see what was happening. At first, there was nothing particularly interesting to see. Just Jill and Dee sat together at the table, nursing hot drinks and carrying on their earlier discussion. “Men,” she huffed as she turned and stormed away.“You have my sympathy,” I told my brother, watching the sway of her hips as she walked away.“You have no idea,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Imagine running into her when she only has a towel wrapped around her waist. Joyce (his wife) says that she’s testing her sexuality, seeing if I react. She said to be glad that she did it to me instead of some boy in school,” he sighed.“I have a similar problem, but I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” I. Jensen finally drove Shannon home."I'm sorry about this," he said."She really cried more than she would have if you had just left. She doesn't enjoy having the two of you gone, but the parting is what's traumatic. It's like her playing with Peggy's bottle. You don't say, 'Look Amy, here's a bottle you can't have.' You put it where she can't see it and say, 'All gone.' She looks for something else to want." Theresa needs to get out of that house. The constant worry is going to drive her up the.