The Opportunist
I’ve always known that I am a voyeur. Not one of those creepy types that hides behind bushes and peer into windows. No, more of an opportunist. Given a respectable situation, one that won’t label me as a pervert or get me arrested, I like to watch. A recent situation gave rise to an opportunity. I live in a small condo garden apartment, three stories, with two apartments on each floor – on the right and left side of the stairs. My neighbor Diana and I are on the top floor. Diana is an...
Voyeur