Crossing The Divide Part Two
Suzy writes:It's Sunday morning, misty and cold. The streets below are deserted. Most blinds and curtains are closed, but hers are not. I'm shaking a bit, and last night was filled with imaginings and confusing dreams. As soon as I finally woke and I felt myself, I was wet.But I have made my decision. This moment will be either the beginning of everything or the end.My heart is pounding. I open my curtains wide enough to stand between them, totally exposed. I know that you watch from that...
Exhibitionism