As it should! And why stop there? :)

oh, nonononono, you know what it was? it was eleven. the girl—stop. talking.

Staying in my cave and I’ve been doing just fine

Illyana Rasputin

frank can see into mels window if he stands on the overlook next to her house at just the right angle. her bedroom is back left—probably has a good view of the city from the window above her bed. but frank can only really see from the side. he can see a little bit of her vanity mirror. it takes him a few late night visits to get it exactly right, and when he does, he marks it on the sidewalk with a permanent marker, a small innocuous dot, so he knows where he put his feet to get it right next time. because from that stop, he can see mel in her bed through the mirror. he can’t really see her face, just from her torso down. when she gets into her bed the first few times he notices she wears soft, thin pajamas and piles under a few blankets. then his visits become more routine. scheduled. consistent. one time when he’s there looking, he sees her get into bed baked. he stands there holding his breath and white knuckling the railing. he wants to get closer, but if he moves at all the angle won’t be right. the window is open even in the cold. he hears something soft playing on her tv. he watches through the mirror while mel writhes around on her flannel winter sheets. she runs a hand down her chest and then snakes her hand between her legs. he can see the comforter kicked to the edge of the bed. her hair ties on the dresser. and the steady movement of her hand as she touches herself, thinking she’s alone. he feasts on the sight of her, knowing he’s getting to see something no one else has—at least they better not have. if anyone had he’d kill them, he thinks. this is all for him. he can’t see everything—her legs are up a little, so her thigh blocks the best part. her hand speeds up in the mirror until he hears a quiet, gentle moan from her room. he’s so hard in his jeans he can barely think. he worries he maybe imagined it. but then there it is again, a little louder, and then, nice and loud and desperate—frank, touch me, please.

馬って足いっぱいあるからいっぱい靴履けるじゃん！と思って手持ちのお気に入りの靴を履いてもらいました 靴が好きなのでいっぱい買ってしまうのですが人間は一回のおでかけで一種類しか靴が履けないのでなかなか出番のない靴もあり悲しい お気に入りの靴の出番を増やしてあげれる年にしたいですな〜

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