It said:“Tomorrow when you go to the library, do not wear a bra,wear that lavender t-shirt,you look wonderful in it” I did not even bother to ...hit reply. I sat there thinking,Well,I have another chance.Then I pulled myself back to reality.What was it that was making me even consider doing it.Who was I, or who I was I becoming? I came into the kitchen the next morning,and ask my two young adults:” I am going to the library soon, anyone want to come?.” I knew full well if one of the. " I began, and then realized I shouldn't have saidanything."Well, what is it then?" she asked, now unfortunately curious."It's my....." I looked down at my skirt and in an instant she understoodand her grin returned."Why MISS Melissa!" She began with a faux southern accent, "Have yousuccombed to my wicked charms?" And she pressed into me, her free handpressing through layers of frills until her had rested upon my prison.She looked up at me in surprise."What is that?!" she whispered looking at. "My last class is at 4pm today and I can be at your place soon after," Istammered. "Come over around 6pm, and what the hell are you eating?! You are not ingood enough shape for pizza, god men are such morons!" She picked up myentire tray and threw my food in the trash. "Go get a salad, and do notuse any other dressing other than oil and vinegar." Right at six o clock I was at her door. We studied late into the night.The next day she came over to my dorm room, and started to look around. "Uh. The goal was always just the thrill of the view, never anything more. That is until I met Anne. Anne was a perfect match for me, she understood my voyeur habits and thrilled in them as much as I. There was only one thing off-limits. Her daughters, Sarah and Chrissy . She forbid me from ever viewing them, but that would change a bit over time. I never had any interest in the girls as they were undeveloped and not what i enjoyed viewing, That all changed one day. Anne spoke of having to get.