Carolyn looked forward to a nice hard fuck before bedtime, every single night. At least, I fantasized that this scene was enacted nightly, and I was v...ry pleased to at last have a front row seat from the vantage point of my upstairs bedroom window. I could see right into their bedroom as a watched breathlessly from across the street. Carolyn’s husband had come home and in no time they were kissing and groping like two teenagers. My cock swelled as he roughly unbuttoned her blouse and kissed. I stopped suddenly almost slapping my self. Damn it! I had already started to fall for the allure spell that was heavy around her.Turning back toward my flat I had to fight tooth and nail not to cross the street. That female was the least of my problems right now if I got caught out in my weakened state.I dared to look across the street at her when I was stopped to wait and cross. My, my was that a look of confusion on her face? I know she’d expected me to cross and engage her long before now.. Christ, he was going to beat Valerie! Carl sat breathless as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was difficult for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide. Cleaning doesn’t help. Much. I am no nurse though the shower, as such, is my hospital. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over.