Zoe couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was 18 years old, soon to be off to college, yet here she was in the shower masturbating furiously--and all because of her next-door neighbor. And it wasn't as if Dave, the man in question, was some kind of bronzed tennis-playing demi-God.

She didn't know for sure, but she thought he was at least 40, if not a bit older. He was neither tall nor especially well-built. Yet there was something about his smile, his gentle sense of humor as they chatted, and the way he looked her straight in the eyes with a knowing glint, that was steadily driving her...