As the weeks wore on and my obsessions continued, I spied upon one opportunity. Her bedroom, or line of rooms which she had use of, were all on the third floor. The third floor was enormous, all three rooms ran along the entire length of the house, with a hallway to one side. The one entrance was a steep stairway up to that level. On those days she was wearing her shortest skirts, I carefully calculated that a walk up the stairs right behind C would expose her fully to my view. I had even practiced on several occasions during the day. So I waited.

On a lovely summer afternoon...