Suppose— well, just suppose.Most days, once I'd waked up enough and had at least one cup of coffee, I'd get on the horn to Lisa, my girlfriend. Some...imes she'd answer, sometimes she was in class—unlike me she'd gone back for her masters—but at least I'd get her voice mail and hear the reassuring sound of her voice. It was the best part of my wake-up routine.Not today. I had to know. It was silly but...I went to the location bar and typed in "Spook2589844640321." No "http://", no "www", nothing. Winn was upset, but her sense of humour was untarnished. "Think we can get away with it?"She scowled. "Not a chance, at least not here. I may jump your bones when I get home though." She looked away again. "Sorry, babe. I have to go. Take care of Bandana?" Will do," I said. "Get home when you can. I love you." You too."After we disconnected, I told my phone to alert me when she neared home, and started to scan my messages from the day. That's when I noticed the camera was still active. °Shit,°. She hadn’t reallyprocessed what I was doing as she was so fascinated bymy cock. So there we were, standing facing each other, both withpants around our ankles, no clothing whatsoever abovethe ankles. We both cast our eyes over each other’sbodies. I could not in my wildest dreams ever imagine abetter sight. I was the luckiest guy on the planet. Inmy eyes, Sarah was absolute perfection. From herinfectious smile, down over her perfectly formedbreasts. Her perfectly flat tummy and on to. She must have known that he would punish me for it at the time. I had no idea what she meant by the threat right now, but I took it seriously as an admonition to behave myself. I focused my eyes to look only at her face.She asked how much she owed me. It was a nominal amount, but I relented and let her pay me back. Her point was clear. She did not want to feel obligated to me in any way. She was an independent woman, working and living by herself. She didn’t need me and didn’t want my chivalry..