"Yes," I answered starting to pull the t-shirt over my head as I stared out the window.

"Don't take it off," he said quickly. "Bring it back like that."

"You are watching." I said, letting the t-shirt drop back into place.

"Oh, yes," he breathed into the phone.

"You were watching me earlier, in the pool." It was a statement rather than a question.

"I like your breast stroke," he said quietly.

"I was floating on my back," I corrected him.

"Exactly," he said so coolly that I felt my nipples tauten.

"What do you do when you watch me?" I asked.

"What do you think I do?" he answered...