He's never been one for many words and at first thought there was something wrong with him. He's never what anyone would call slow, but he's always be...n the physical type, getting more done with his hands rather than words. But, he did look it up and found the word once.Voyeur.He remembered saying the word out loud and liked how the sound rolled off his tongue like something mysterious and exotic. While never exploring where the desire came from, he liked to indulge. It provided a slight high. ” “Stepdad!” I interjected, sure that this was all his doing. “And Candace isn’t a hussy!” “I’m fed up with arguing, Paisy. You’ll come with us!” “You’re so - ahhh!” I turned on my heel and stormed into my room, throwing myself face down onto the bed and letting the angry tears stream from my eyes. I should have known it; the moment I finally made some real friends, that asshole boyfriend of my mother would ruin everything. Just because he had “go to Africa to improve his CV”, big headed monkey. I was of the stage and for a very strange reason craving a cigarette. Something that had only happened to me once before the best time I had had with a man in bed till then. I was so amazed that it took me way too much time to change and get ready to leave. By the time I was out everybody had left. So I walked out the back door and there I see you standing by a motorcycle with the pink rose in your hand. --you were amazing—you said --thank you, that’s real nice of you!— --a pink rose for a. She was wearing a straight grey dress that descended to mid-calf and a little hat perched on top of her head.We took the elevator down, and I took the opportunity to do a little ass grabbing while kissing her.“Behave! Be a good boy if you want to get your reward later.”“Here I thought that now we were married I would get my reward every night,” I quipped.“Only if you behave,” she smirked at me.We wandered the streets seemingly at random though Agnes seemed to have a definite plan.“Ah here it.