That would show Cordelia."Johanna set off up the sweeping staircase towards the bedrooms on the second floor, wondering why Harley would be up there. ...s Johanna climbed the stairs, one of the frat boys finally dimmed the lights below. The sudden darkness spooked Johanna for a minute and she paused to let her eyes adjust to the lighting. Campy Halloween music began playing.The old mansion must have had a dozen doors opening off the central hallway. It was dark and spooky, befitting the party. Watching a woman, a girl, any female undress was a pleasure that I took great delight in. Not that I was a voyeur by any stretch of the imagination, not in way I understood the word to mean. To me the true voyeur liked to hide himself — herself? — away and peek without being seen. That wasn't me I was a definite connoisseur of the female form, whoever I was watching undress or admiring in their nude or semi-nude state had to know I was admiring them, that I was appreciating them in all their. Jerome looked up from his desk, anevil smile on his face. "You heard little one?" he asked across theroom."Yes uncle," breathed his young niece. She was tall, with a light andcreamy complexion for a black girl. She wore slightly higher than normaloffice heels, with her toned and gleaming legs disappearing up under ashorter than normal business skirt. Above that her slender torso wasconcealed with a white silk blouse and business jacket. Subtle yetalluring makeup and gold hoop earrings finished. "Why... yes, I'd like that, thanks," Mark answered, pleased at her thoughtfulness. Few people realized the feelings of a blind person walking into strange settings. He held out the bottle of wine, the sound of her voice as provocative as he remembered. "The wine," he said with a smile,"So, you did remember," she said, admiring the absolutely perfect knot of his tie and the neat cut of his starched white collar,"Of course. Didn't you think I would?" he continued to smile."Oh... men are sometimes.