Spying on the wife
A long time ago, when I was a young man, an accidental occurrence changed my life. It was just after dark on a cool fall evening as I was walking up the slope behind my trailer when I glimpsed movement in the bedroom. The curtains covering the bay window, which made up the rear of the trailer, were not closed all the way and it was through a small opening that I had seen the movement. As I drew closer I could see that it was my wife Donna moving around in the room. It crossed my mind to peek through the gap in the curtains and see what she was doing. When I got close enough, I could see that Donna was standing, with her back to me, in front of the full length …