The washing line
Michelle had recently moved in next door and had spent most of the summer teasing me with her wonderful body. As the weather had improved, she would quiet often wander out into the garden with a glass of wine in hand and lounge about in a lovely but somewhat reveling bikini. She was well aware that I often watched her from my window and I think she took great satisfaction of flirting with me – if I didn’t know better, I suspect that she was a bit of a secret exhibitionist. Occasionally Michelle...