SCREEN SHOTS
Pauletta stopped in the doorway to look and listen. He'd kicked the sheet off at some point, leaving himself all but totally exposed, wearing only a pair of cotton sleep-shorts d****d over what appeared to be a solid erection. His breathing was deep and regular, a hypnotizing rhythm that captivated her. Hopefully, that breathing meant he was dead to the world. She checked her cell-phone and made sure the camera was on and the sounds were off. No sense in screwing this adventure up by the click...