Voyeur
Marty tiptoed through the corridor, not wanting to disturb anyone in the household. It was nearly midnight, and he fully expected his roommate, Jenny, to be asleep. But, as he rounded the corner, he saw light emitting from under her door. Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her, although usually that was a concept that he really didn't like. He wished at times that he hadn't answered the ad for a roommate, particularly when Jenny went off on one of her egotistical diatribes. And yet, now he...