I got up and padded over to the window, very aware of his eyes following me. That was part of the allure. It was late summer, so the oaks’ leaves had filled in, obscuring the view of his bedroom across our yards. He never fessed up to it, so I can’t say for sure, but something told me this was where he’d first glimpsed me. Of course, he’d seen naked women before me, but only on screens. Young, tight, beautiful physiques,...