Brad and I have been roomies for about a year. Last week he asked if I wouldn’t mind “getting lost” for the evening so he could have a romantic night with his girlfriend, Patty, to celebrate their six-month anniversary.

I work nights, so I’d normally be gone anyway, but it occurred to me that if I hung around for a while I might get to see some action. As a mere mortal 23-year-old male, I had made quite a habit of fantasizing about Patty — she’s gorgeous.

That afternoon I took a few moments to raise the window blind in Brad’s room about an inch, giving me a clear view into his room from the back patio; then I opened the window a few inches in anticipation of any sound effects. Next I moved my car down the street and out of sight.

In our house my room, adjacent... Read More