The next morning, I looked through my window and saw Morgan coming out the door of his apartment. It was the same apartment with the shiny window!... But since his son was away, he was the only one in his place... Was Morgan a perverted voyeur? How could it be? He was so nice and helped me... I was confused.
Later in the day, Morgan called me and asked if he could visit in the afternoon and have a cold lemonade or iced coffee. I invited him at 5:30 pm. Initially, I planned to inquire him about the shiny window but chose to skip it for now. He was nice to me, and my questions might embarrass him. Even if he was peeking at me, there was no risk involved.
The more I thought about it, the more it amused me that a man his age found me a target of spying on. I was 19, 5'5", 132 pounds, with di
