Most of the time I would wave back and continue on by, but sometimes, I'd start to walk just as I was coming up to him and take a little extra time as... I would head up yet another hill on the other end of his yard. He got a really great view of the little bit of my butt cheeks that were peeking out from my shorts. On the days that I had stopped to walk by. I would get home and walk into the bathroom and turn my back to the mirror and then look back over my shoulder to see what kind of view he. A spectacularly bad idea. A spectacularly dirty, risky idea. But I'll risk anything to get what I want, and what I wanted, what I couldn't stop myself from wanting, was my dad's new wife. I wanted to fuck my step-mom.* * *Maybe this would have all worked out differently if my mother had died or if my dad were a tragic, lonely figure. But they divorced when I was fifteen, fairly amicably, though there were the usual shouting matches in the year leading up to and then the year during the split. I. He gave Hannah his number and she called him so that he would have hers. Then she turned around and hurried to her next lecture. Smiling, Noah turned around and went on his way. He wasn't sure if she was attracted to him or not, but either way, he was happy that he had made another friend. He hated the idea of getting friend zoned, but one way or the other, he reasoned that the friend zone was an illusion disillusioned guys had come up with. Whether or not the friend zone existed, he believed. I studied the young woman intently from my place in the shadows, hidden by the branches and leaves of the woods I was in. I still had a wonderful view of the deserted, littered street the lack of vehicles, abandoned buildings, the one working street lamp at the very end of the road and of course, the frantic, blonde female scurrying down the filthy asphalt. I followed slowly and silently, careful of twigs and limbs that could possibly make any noises. She was looking over her shoulder steadily.