Big Fat Voyeur

Every day I watch her. Every day a little more of me dies.

The girl in the flat cross from me has been making my life hell. For two weeks now, she's been parading around in various states of undress, with the curtains wide open. As if she doesn't know I can see. As if she doesn't care.

I can't think straight anymore. She's pushing me to the brink.

Does she not realize I have feelings and urges too? Am I not a man? All four hundred pounds of me.

This can't go on. I can't take it. One way or another, I must deal with it. Her. Hard and unprotected.