Chapter Nine
For days after my escapade before the window, I was awed by what I’d done. I vacillated back and forth between wanton lust I could not control and nagging shame. Every time I entered my building I remembered that night and everything about it, afraid that I’d been seen and could be tracked down as the “woman in the window.” My thoughts were irrational but they swam around inside me just the same, until the lust reared up to push them away so I could indulge in my more erotic thoughts. I played the tramp inside my head, each time burgeoning with so much s****l energy that the urge to masturbate myself would overpower me. Still, I was allowed only one orgasm a day. From my aroused point of view, it was not enough.
I was obsessed by the incident and the s****l desires it conju
