She's not an unobtainable knockout but she's not a bowser either. Right in the middle, girl next door, another chuckle. Brown hair that falls just t...o the small of her back, green eyes(he knows that thanks to the binoculars) and pretty, puffy lips. Her bust size is at least a D cup he guesses, and her hips are just the right size, for his liking at least. She lets the water warm her up with her arms stretched up so the cascade drips all down her perfect body. He wishes he was her hands. And I do want to make sure that I get the right circuit.They follow a few steps behind as I go down the stairs to the basement and into the utility room. I pull back the pegboard and open the cover to the circuit box, having to let go of the robe as I do. I squint at the small, penciled letters on the inside of the circuit breaker door, trying to find the right circuit.The letters are so small and faint that I have to lean over the counter to make them out. Number 19 on the guide says kitchen,. Why weren’t the blinds pulled?Her whole body ached as she reached over to pick up her cell. With her head throbbing, she struggled to find the words.“Hello. Hello? Lisa? Are you there.”With a dry, sore throat, she tried licking her lips to get some moisture. Finally, she managed a cracked “Hello.”“Lisa? Are you ok? You sound terrible.”She tried swishing her tongue around in her mouth to get some saliva going. “I’m here.” Her brain still muddled.“Were you still sleeping? It’s almost noon.”“Yea.. In that time I think I have had the thoughts that many men have had but instead of repressing them I like to think I have done something about it.Everyone is different, and what may be abhorrent to one person may be a secret fantasy to another. I think that I have an open mind and great tolerance towards others, especially with regards to sex. I really believed that anybody who does not at least have the occasional fantasy is repressed and doing themselves no good at all. We each only have one.