CHAPTER 7 : Thursday
Billy awoke without the alarm again on Thursday morning. Rising from the bed, he went to the window and looked through the binoculars at Mrs. James’ window. She wasn’t up yet, of course, but he stared at the rocking chair across the room, seeing her again as she was last night. It seemed unreal now in the light of day, as if he had dreamed the whole thing, but his dick knew it had happened and was standing at attention. He dropped the binoculars and squeezed his boner through his pajamas with a groan, but was brought up short by the sound of a door closing out in the hall.
Turning away from the window, he crossed the room and cracked open the door, peeking out just in time to see Brianna enter the bathroom and close the door. He waited impatiently a few minutes, then crept down the hall to the door. Listening, he could hear the shower running. So, with his heart thumping heavily in his chest, he reached for the knob. A smile crept over his face as the knob turned easily, but just as he began easing the door open, it was violently flung open, jerking the knob out of his grasp, and there stood Brianna, wearing only a white towel and an angry scowl. She grabbed a handful of his pajama top and pulled him into the room, closing the door and pushing him up against the wall.