I got ready for bed, slipping off my clothes, then I turned off the light and curled my naked body up in bed facing the window. I looked up at the second floor bedroom of the house on the other side of the fence.
For the first time in a few weeks it was lit up. The mustard yellow walls and wallpaper trim had deep red flowers on a white background going around the top of the walls. There were no curtains in the window to interfere with the view in or out of the room.
I sat up when I saw a flash of movement in the room. The light had been on many times late into the evening, but I had never seen anyone in the room before. And, to be fair, I hadn't actually seen anyone this time, just a blur of a shadow but it made my imagination run wild. I watched to see if there would be more movement, but after watching for another half hour there was nothing more to see.
"Crud," I said aloud.
As I thought about the room and who might occupy it, I could feel my body responding to the idea that it may belong to an adult who could potentially be watching me when I changed my clothes, masturbated, and slept. And, who could be turned on by what they saw.
I pictured a young man named Jimmy who was in his early 20s. In my imagination he was tall and a bit chunky, he wore glasses and had a full beard to go with the orangy-red Beiber look-alike haircut and freckles. Maybe he'd have a scar on his forehead. He would be a geek and play video games, and would be working at the nearby Subway making sandwiches. He'd be living with his parents after graduating from college while seeking work in his chosen field of video game developer.
His story...
