There she stood.
Her long black hair was moist from the shower she was taking. I felt bad for creeping yet overjoyed at seeing the girl I'd lusted after for so long nude.
It wasn't that hard to set up, just a webcam in her shower. The only cons were sometimes to lens would fog up or I'd log in to be greeted by a naked Spencer, drinking milk in the shower.
I sighed and closed the program. If I wanted her to love me I had I was going to have to stop being such a creep.
As I turned off my computer I stared longingly at the pieces of her favorite clothing that scattered my desk. I caressed one with my hand longingly.
"I hate me," was all I said as I drank my milk alone/
