The afternoon wore on slowly. Things were happening all around the complex that I had never taken time to see. As I watched the secret lives of those who lived around me, I heard a key in my apartment door. Someone was here. Was it Samantha?
“Well, hello there,” she said.
God, it was Lisa. She had given her the key.
“I didn’t realize that you were into this stuff,” Lisa said. “Wow! Looks like someone beat your ass real good. You know, you look pretty good in your little red outfit. I noticed you from my car, when I drove into the lot. I guess everyone saw you. You’re secret life is no longer a secret, is it?”
I gasp in a little pain, as she grabbed the battered cheeks of my ass. My present tormentor ran her fingers lightly up my sides and traced the outline of the bra around my back.
