His Property

Renee retreated on all four. She had to stop this peeping Tom business at the neighbor’s guest. She was not a pubescent girl anymore and this was ridiculous but she couldn't help being inquisitive when it came to Mr. Tall Dark and Bad.

The lilt tone of the female laughter drew her in like a magnet to steel. It was like it had been ten years ago. He came home from college at the age of twenty three and the house buzzed with female voices, young, slender, bodies waltzing in and out. He always brought them to the pool and then they would do some synchronized swimming. Ten years later and women were still tapping to the same tune he played back in the day.

A branch broke beneath Renee's weight and she cursed under her breath. The leaves rustled, twigs, grass and leaves decorated her hair and she took deep, silent breaths.