Griff is an ex marine, trained in special forces but now his military career is over, early retirement due to injury in the line of duty. He has a good pension coming in and is providing his services on a consulting basis to several security companies, setting himself up with a nice little nest egg.
The injuries he'd sustained required some more surgery, the recuperative phase would be longer this time and he was unable to do any work at all for a few more months.
He was bored out of his tree.
He'd bought this house because the price had been right and he'd needed a place to stay anyway, preferring a house instead of an apartment or condo, he'd lived in enough of those.
Griff had noticed the woman across the street the first day he'd moved in, she appeared to live alone as well and in conversations with George next door who was more than happy to fill him in on all the neighbours, specially because it meant sharing a few brewski's, it only took a 6- pack to do it and it wasn't long before Griff knew more than he needed to about several of the neighbours.
Mrs. Marsh, the lady next door had been widowed, for three years now and was thinking of selling her home and getting a condo. Her kids were grown and at university, they wouldn't be coming home except for holidays anymore, the big two story colonial had outlived its use. She was a friend of George's wife, a nice, quiet lady who seemed content to be alone.
She was a looker all right, 48 years old and in good shape physically, though she had rounded out her curves more in the years since her husband's passing. She coloured her hair the same as she'd had before the grey had appeared. She worked part time for a psychologist, as his receptionist, three afternoons per week. Just enough to get her out of the house, she certainly didn't need the money, her husband had left her provided for very nicely.
Griff began to watch her on a regular basis, studying her movements, noticing the time her lights went off, when they came on in the morning, catching glimpses of her through the windows before she put the blinds down.
A few days later when he knew she'd be gone for several hours, he let himself into her home, going about quickly and stealthily placing tiny cameras and very sensitive mikes in certain rooms of her home.
It took him longer in her bedroom, opening drawers, smiling when he found the one with her toys, flipping through the assortment. She also had several books in the back of her night stand and his smile grew even wider as he perused the titles.
In the en-suite bathroom he placed more cameras and mikes, checking the hamper he picked up the panties laying there, burgundy and silky, he sniffed the material, inhaling her woman's scent, it was musky and womanly, his tongue licked the silken material, his cock throbbing he stuffed the panties in his pocket and finished up his work.
He returneded home to the basement, to a room that is always locked. There are a dozen monitors in a rack against the far wall, six of them show the outside perimeter of his home. The other six will be of the inside of Mrs. Marsh's home.
He has everything in place when she arrives home in the late afternoon, watching her as she enters the kitchen and tosses the mail onto the table. She opens the fridge door and frowns as she peers inside, nothing seems to appeal.
