My God!
She’s coming out of the door, he can practically smell that coconut dream scent coming off her in waves.
He moans softly when he sees she’s changed.
What she’s changed into.
T-shirt, very short cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. Holding a phone.
He imagined tearing her clothes off her in a moment of violent passion, then he imagined stripping her in a honey sweet slow ecstasy.
He imagined how her toes would taste.
So lost in his fog of fantasy it took him a moment to realize she was filling up the binoculars’ field of vision.
He tore them from his eyes.
Screamed as her slap sent his head whipping to one side with a loud crack and his body filled with fifty thousand volts.
“PERVERT!” she spat and sauntered back home without looking back.
He twitched.
That wasn’t a phone, he thought. My God, I’m so lucky I have her.