In spite of my desires to be alone, I am a voyeur and that side of me was interested in the goings-on next door, especially if the female offering the... earlier giggle was as cute as she sounded.Before long, my dinner was ready and my neighbors had quieted. As I ate, my mind wandered down the various pathways associated with a voyeur camping near a cute-sounding female. Unfortunately, I didn't hear anything more coming from next door. I was actually surprised by my disappointment in that. I. Understanding, remorse, anguish, depression; none of those things were enough to bring about resolution of the core problem. Arlene could barely tolerate intercourse and that had not changed.Her refusal to consider the only really hopeful treatment gave some insight into the roots of her aversion. She flatly refused to consider a course of hypno-therapy. Apparently, surrendering control of her feelings and emotions was something she just could not do.The relationship between Sarah and Arlene. ?I put my hands down and just stood there."Oops! ?I didn't say 'Victor says!' Now you'll have to suffer apenalty..." Victor! ?I can't disobey you, no matter what you say! ?This isn'tfair!" Frustration was welling up in me; I almost felt like I could cry."Hey man, rules are rules. ?Now, this means you lose an article ofclothing, so take off your shirt."I reached up and undid the last few buttons. ?I un-tucked it from myskirt and shrugged out of it, catching it in my hand as it fell. Itwasn't. Back on the bed Monica was flopping around, her fists beating the sheets as Bobby enjoyed making her crazy. He wanted to fuck this girl, and he was pretty sure she’d let him. It would just be fucking, but he didn’t feel bad about that. She obviously wanted something, too, and if fucking ended up on that to-do list, then great. He didn’t love her. He didn’t know her well enough to love her. He liked her, though, and that was enough for now.As her muscles relaxed from the orgasm, he slid his lips.