Voyeur - COMPLETE!!

One morning I watched them load several suitcases into Rob's car and Rob climb in and drive away. I almost cried out. He was going away and I had no clue as to where or for how long. I spent my days just watching his empty house. I needed him to come back, I was close to losing it. One day I got desperate and I walked slowly down my driveway towards his house, being sure that the security guard saw me coming from my own property.

"Hi!" I greeted him.

"Good morning." He answered me with a friendly smile.

"I was just wondering when Rob was coming back? He lent me a CD that I wanted to return." I lied.

"He should be back in a couple of more weeks, but you can never be sure with him." The guard said with a laugh.

"No you can't. He may find the ladies there are quite appealing." I said, hoping to get more info.

"Oh yeah. And they just love him over there. When he goes home it’s crazy, I've been told."

"Well what's not to love?" I joked. He laughed and I said my goodbyes and went back to my house.

"Back home. Must mean England. And he's gone for at least a couple of more weeks. I'm not going to make it." I said to myself.


But I did make it. I spent the time at the spa and shopping and thinking about Rob. I still didn't know what his job was, or why he had so much money. I had tried to picture him doing all sorts of things but the only thing that made sense was an athlete. I figured he must be a big sports star over in England. After all, he was incredibly fit, wore a lot of track suits and I had seen him kicking a soccer ball around. And weren't they all soccer crazy over in England? One night I came home from dinner at my parent's house and saw that the light was on in Rob's room. I ran upstairs to my own room and looked to see if he was home. There he was sitting on the edge of his bed, clipping his toenails.

"You're back." I almost shouted it. I watched him as he finished his task and then crawled into bed and fell asleep. He must have been tired from the flight. I thought. Although I felt a bit cheated; I had waited so long for nail clipping.

"Typical." I muttered. But I slept better knowing Rob was back.


He got back into his routine quickly. Although he didn't bring as many women home. Only one in fact. And he didn't fuck her. Just kissed her for a bit and then sent her home. I wondered what was up with him, did he have a girlfriend back home that he was trying to be faithful too. I found that thought sweet but desperately hoped it wasn't what was going on. I didn't mind sharing him with his one night stands but if he had a woman to sleep with every night, it would crush me. I continued to follow him, getting more and more bold. Sometimes I would eat in the restaurant he was eating in. Sometimes I would stand in line behind him at Starbucks. He never seemed to notice me and I felt my confidence grow.

One morning I was on my treadmill, doing the usual 45 and dreaming about my ice cream when my doorbell rang. The maid must have lost her key. I thought to myself. I opened the door and found Rob standing there.

"Uhm...Hello. Can I help you?" I asked, trying to appear as though my heart wasn't in my stomach.

"Yes. Can you tell me why you've been following me and watching me?" He asked. I felt my stomach drop and I stared at him with my mouth hanging open.