To my favourite spot, up river a little, away from the Tarzan swing and the makeshift jetty, to the roots. The roots isn’t an official place. Not e...ven an official term as far as I know. Not that much in this town is official. Even our sole post box had been moved from its official location to one that suited us better. Geez, that was a funny day when Les our postie had booted his rattling old van up the road and pulled up where the post box had been. He jumped out of the van, grabbed a spare. Anyway, hacking tools he found online were working like a charm. Breaking the code in few minutes at most.After listening to songs and their news reports he noticed a strange pattern among them. Words were short and without any meaning to them. A name “Martian Man” would always precede the short musical numbers.He was fed up with the station and their breaks. Always on the ones he enjoyed listening. Few minutes at most and then a voice would recite a commercial break. Madness! He was just about. Maneesha didn’t seem to care at all. All her worries, guilt, shyness, and reservations were gone. She desperately wanted to be touched, kissed, and loved. Karan picked her up in his arms. Maneesha didn’t respond. He kept her naked body on the old bed at the corner of their terrace.Maneesha lay naked under the black night sky. The cold wind blew over her body. Her nipples were erect with the chill. Karan’s saliva on her navel and her own juices on her pussy made them feel like ice in the cold.. The room i stayed in was beside the bathroom. On the floor was a large vent and when removed, could look through the opposite vent directly into the washroom! I made sure to open the slats on the washroom side so that when my mom took a shower, i would have a full view.It was night time and getting late, the clatter of feet up the stairs was music to my peeping eyes. My mom entered the washroom and shut the door (as a side note, there is a loud ass fan so she can't hear me and the washroom is.