Griff watched his subject fall to sleep and turned off the monitor. He needed some rest himself and time to digest what had transpired at his neighbour's house.
You just never know about people!
She certainly was an interesting enough subject, he'd gleaned a lot of information about her this day and some of it had impacted him deeply. She was a good looking woman, by all accounts pleasant and liked by all her neighbours. She was intelligent and industrious, she didn't need to work but chose to.
And she was lonely, like him and also like him, preferred to show a face of casual indifference instead of letting anyone see too deeply inside.
The scenes of her in the whirlpool tub, surrendering to her wanton needs. She had taken care of them herself but her last words before she drifted off belied her self sufficiency.
Griff yawned and stretched and turned off the monitors then took himself off to bed, but it was a long time before he'd finally found rest.
He was up at his usual hour, 0500 hrs, showered and made breakfast and was enjoying his second cup of coffee when he gazed at the screen to see her opening her eyes slowly as she awoke.
She looked at the clock on the night stand and got up and quickly walked to the bathroom, he could hear her tinkle as she sat on the commode, hair disheveled, cheeks rosy from sleep, yawning hugely as she relieved herself, what was a sight to behold.
He watched as she turned the water on for the shower, brushed her teeth then got inside and made quick work of washing her hair and conditioning and scrubbing herself clean with a soapy face cloth.
Her choice of jeans and a black v-neck sweater was his clue that she wouldn't be going into work this day. She dressed and did her makeup and hair quickly and efficiently then he watched as she made her way to the kitchen where she got some coffee ready to brew.
The phone rang at that moment and she looked at the callers number and picked the receiver up smiling as she greeted the caller. The conversation was obviously with a friend of hers, plans were made to meet for lunch.
By the sounds of it she'd be gone from home most of the day, what with the errands and grocery shopping after her luncheon date.
He'd let himself into her home again, first things first, he wanted to readjust the camera in her office first.
Next was her computer, he'd been curious to see which sites she went to, specially the chat ones. The information was easily available to him, he made notes in a small pad then surfed for a bit at the latest sites she'd looked at....interesting, an erotic stories site that seemed to get frequent visits from her. The titles she had looked at in the last three days listed in the history tab. Non-consensual, mind-control, BDSM. Who'd a thunk! Mrs. Marsh, tut, tut, tut he whispered to himself smiling.
Griff let himself out of her house quietly, making sure that nothing had been disturbed. He went back to his own house and into the "bunker" where the monitors were and also his laptop computer. He punched in the web address for the erotic stories site she visited and perused the offerings at his leisure. Some of the stories were actually pretty good he was surprised to find and in doing a further search he came upon an adult chat room link to follow, which he did.
He had to come up with a name and password to get into it so he clicked on the "Register" tab and was taken to a page where he could choose a name, he tried several but it seemed other's had already claimed those tags, finally one was accepted, Magnus. In his profile he claimed to be a romantic, older gentleman in search of ladies of a certain age who were comfortable with being the wicked slut they were deep inside.
That ought to get him some comments he smiled to himself.
