“Why not find something to enjoy that has a purpose.”Roxie took a deep breath, ready to argue back. She caught her words as they came out of her m...uth, afraid that they wouldn’t stand a challenge.“I don’t know, Auntie. I really don’t know. Like I said, it’s just a saying.”There was a full moon on that Fourth of July. Roxie watched it struggle up from the grasp of the horizon, chasing away the final minutes of daylight. It provided all the light to be found. Roxie watched it hover over them,. . um ... something when she climbed out of my bed and left the room. Angry, maybe? Disgusted, perhaps? Not pleased nor satisfied emotionally and physically, definitely.And what was the voice in my head? Why had I imagined that? Where did it come from?Deciding the best thing for me was a long, hot shower, I went to the bathroom to take care of business. Along the way, I noticed the ring lying on the floor. I ignored it.Once business was taken care of, I decided to continue as if it was a normal. I have a secret admirer too, one who stands outside the window, a peeping tom, watching me. He’s not always there, but most evenings he is, and even when he isn’t, he’s always there in my imagination. Tonight he must have been very turned on to grunt audibly like that. I mean I could be imagining things, but I’m sure I’m not.This is going to sound very bad, but the truth is that I’m actually more excited by the knowledge that my secret admirer came imagining me sucking on his cock than that my. When she saw me standing in the kitchen, with a bottle of Cola in my hands, I said, "Come in, do you want something to drink?" Um ... okay," she said. I think she was surprised by how calm I looked and to my own surprise, I wasn't even slightly blushing.I turned around and took another glass out of the cupboard. Luckily, I had helped Annie to clean up our breakfast, else I wouldn't have known where the glasses would have been, because they weren't in the same cupboard as in my flat.When I.