Others walked more slowly almost deliberately past the window. It was these that received my attention. They were my prey of the hunting game. Were th...ese men the onetime voyeurs peeking in as they walked past or would they circle back for another look. About 30 minutes into my little game I noticed a young white guy in a black hat, white athletic top and blue shorts pass by the window. I could not tell much else about him as he was only looking in the window momentarily so as to not attract. Harry was getting more adventurous and had brought his hands round to the front of Hermione and pushed them up her top fondling her boobs. He was shocked to find out that she wasn't wearing a bra, giving him easy access to touch her where he'd never touched a girl before. But he also made another discovery. Hermione's tits were a lot bigger than she had led people to believe, although school robes were hardly revealing. Harry's hand were all over them instantly. The fact that they was so soft. I stood at the bedroom door and said, "David, I miss you so very much. I am leaving and will not return but you will always be in my heart. Thank you for the many happy years we shared." With tears rolling down my cheeks, I turned from the bedroom door and went into the living room area. I packed a couple of changes of clothes, my passport, phone and charger, and wallet with its pictures into a neat package. I had a backpack type purse and filled it. When I left, I didn't lock the door.I. It just made me hate her all the more. So why did I even come? I’ve been asking myself that the whole of the day since I answered my phone, and so has Abbie. To be honest I do not know. Part of me has been trying to convince myself that it was because I believed she would carry out her veiled, subtle little threat from the phone, but the truest part of me knew I didn’t care. Anything I don’t want to face I don’t, and it eventually goes away, or Trevor deals with it. Either way I don’t have to..