Leering Stories

Lila picked up the sundress from its crumpled state on the bedroom floor and slipped it back over her head. After putting on her shoes, she headed to the office, hoping to find Dale and request a couple more towels so she could take a shower. As she approached the door to the motel office, she could hear the low murmur of voices from within. Upon entering, she saw Dale stationed behind the worn wooden counter, a cigarette...

She needn't have whispered. She could have just said the words aloud, embarrassing me profusely, causing me to quickly apologise and move seats. I would have had to have accepted the guilt thrust on me by all the other passengers as they stared accusingly at me. But, she whispered. At first, I didn't register anything. I thought she was talking to her phone or something. Then she said it again and I looked up from my book...