Tag Voyeurism

No Man is an Island

no man is an island

The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.

Peeping Tom

photo of person near swimming pool

My luck, that’s when she’ll notice I’m getting the world’s greatest peep show. The cherry on the icing is that she’s paying me to be here.