Watching
Note: This not a story that shrunk in the wash. It is part of the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. There are exactly 750 words. * A few years ago, when I was between wives, I had a bit of a fling with a woman who was up for pretty much anything. C was a freelance writer. When we met, she had just ghost-written a 'How-to' book for a well-known psychotherapist. The manuscript was what my boss, Jack Bungay, called 'a ninety-percenter.' 'It's quite good, but not quite good enough,' Jack said. 'Needs tightening. Needs pulling together.' I read the manuscript, made a few notes, and then C and I sat down to discuss some of the possibilities. We met at her flat, above an electrical appliances shop at the wrong end of Portobello Road. The room in which we met was more or less square, but the wall opposite the window overlooking the street was covered in mirror tiles, so the room appeared to be twice as long as it actually was. In the centre of the room, th...