Jack makes his way to the window in which he plans on doing his spying from. Just as he gets to the window he notices a small envelope with his name o...n it. He slowly opens the letter and begins to read as he glances to the house across the lot. “Jack, obviously you don't take advice from others if you are reading this. under the chair ,which I have left specifically for you because I knew you couldn't just take my word for it. There is a box with binoculars and a device that looks like a. "And your bag." He took its strap. She had been about to lift it back onto its familiar shoulder. She was intensely aware of the touch of his fingers.Her boyfriend stepped away. She watched his form mingle with the shapes, lose its coherence, vanish.She stood awkward and nervous. She imagined herself the object of curiosity, dressed in a floral patterned skirt, red flowers on a black background, knee length, black pumps with low heels and a form hugging dark red sweater, its neckline displaying. A rubber grip was wrapped around the lower third. To my confusion, a thin cord dangled from the base of both the butt-plug and the want, each ending in what appeared to be an electronics-style plug-in jack. She unwound an electrical cord and plugged it into a nearby outlet. A series of tiny lights flared to life on a panel within the box. Ms. Parks gave me a moment to ponder the strange contraptions as she crossed the room. With a smile of anticipation she turned the deadbolt latch on the. Before I could eventhink about brushing I vomited into the toilet. I had never feltso degraded in my life. How could a person treat anyone as badlyas I had been treated over the past 8 hours? I grabbed somemouth wash and gargled trying to get the taste of urine out ofmy system, I felt so dirty.I turned on the shower and cleaned myself from top to bottom,filled an enema bag and made sure to douche myself thoroughly.I was concerned that Tim may have even given me some type ofSTD. I would have to.