EXTRACT FOR
Michelle's Perverted Saviour & The Window
(Anna Mann)

Hers had been a sheltered upbringing, strictly religious she had always known that to allow another to witness nudity was a sin, one of the worst moral sins.

But if it is such a sin, then why do I always feel so tempted?

She was a good girl, she fought temptation because everyone knew who sent that!

Satan! It is him that puts these ideas into my head.

Stacy looked through her ground floor window to the street outside, a car drove slowly past blocking her view of the alleyway opposite.

I wonder she mused as she looked into the narrow lane filled with discarded boxes and rubbish bins, will he come today?

He came most days, usually at around three in the afternoon, that was the quietest time and she understood why he chose that particular moment. It's because he knows it's a sin too, maybe in his mind it isn't that bad if only I see him, because to be seen by one, especially a believer has to be less sinful than being seen by many.

Stacy looked across to the clock sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. Almost three she told herself as she felt the same strange sensation building between her legs. It was the same every day, that feeling, the urge to touch herself... there. It was forbidden of course, another mortal sin. Even when she bathed she was careful not to linger too long there, she had once, and the sensation had been decidedly disturbing.

Eighteen years of age, Stacy was a pure girl. Pretty, her mother had told her, but she couldn't see it when she looked in the mirror.

"Whoa, nice tits." a disturbing man had also informed her as she walked from college back to her flat one day. He had followed her trying to make conversation, he had been crude too. "Love your round ass, sexy." he had added.

So I am pretty, and I have nice breasts and a round bottom. She tried to work out why the boy she was waiting for came back every day, because she knew that what he did was a sexual act.

And I don't encourage him she added, yes she watched, she watched every time, but surely that wasn't encouragement.

Do I encourage him by watching? Is showing nudity to another exciting for him, because inside I feel excitement when I think about doing it myself. 

Stacy felt the familiar prickling of a blush darkening her cheeks, that had possibly been an admission too far, even if it had been silent.

Seriously she thought, I need to know because I am very confused, if he comes today I have to ask him.

Across the street she detected movement in the alley, he was approaching and Stacy felt her heart begin to race.

I'm so confused she repeated, then before she could change her mind she opened her window and waved, he paused, looked over his shoulder, then looked back his expression questioning.

"Come, please." she called quietly, "I need to ask you."