" "Unless you took it out," Peter explained, "it's still in there and I should be able to find it. Get your laptop, Charlene, and leave your bedroom l...ght on." Charlene still didn't understand where Peter was going with all this, but she did as she was told and brought him her laptop. After a few minutes of fiddling with it and his phone, Peter announced, "Got it! Camera's on and it's aimed at Charlene's window, but it's not moving, so I can't tell if he's watching or not." "Charlene," I said,. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I have to admit... I looked hot, lol. Hair a little messed up, nipples poking hard against my t-shirt, baggy shorts... not necessarily conventionally sexy, but sexy never the less.I walked out of my room to see if Ben was in the living room, but I could hear his games playing in the room he was staying in. I walked in and asked how he slept. He told me "I kept waking up, so I didn't get a lot of sleep". It didn't take long for him to notice my bra less. ”“You don’t need to disappear, John. This is your house.”“Peter will want privacy. He’ll talk more freely if you’re alone with him.”“How can you be so kind? He hurt you, then you rescued him from going to prison and he insulted you.”“Sermon on the Mount, Claire. Sermon on the Mount. For me it’s the only way to be. I’m happy trying to follow it. Go and talk to him, or rather let him talk to you, whichever. I’ll bring you the coffee.”When he brought the coffee and biscuits in, they were silent,. After a couple of weeks, I started getting calls. The best ones wanted to confirm that some sort of sexual play was on the cards in so many words.A lot of calls from ladies I found very sad. My ‘non-judgmental’ part of the ad must have struck a strong cord with a lot of them as they all sort of said that they were fed up of being laughed at, ignored because of their age or judged by the body type. Those were my type of ladies and I went to very great lengths to agree with them and then reassure.