This was probably the worse idea that Belle had ever came up with in her life. She had just bought this new rambler after her divorce from a five-year marriage and now she was peeping at her neighbor. At twenty-nine, she thought for sure she was on the verge of an early mid-life crisis. But spying, well, that is just not her style.
I would not be doing this if he was not so secretive she thought as she stood on the other side of the picket privacy fence. For the six months she had lived there, she had noticed her neighbor keep some weird hours and some funny noises coming from his rambler at one in the morning. He always brought home this red-haired beauty who had the body of Jessica Rabbit and she was always in some form of leather. Definitely not something what you would wear in the suburbs of Minnesota….
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