It was late Friday evening, shortly past 10pm. Everyone had left work hours ago, everyone except for himself. He was just sitting at his desk. He couldn't stop thinking about her, Alex Eames. Alex was smart, pretty and he loved the thought of getting his hands on every inch of her body.
He finally got up and left. He drove about a block from Alex's house. He walked the last little way and sat on the bench across from her apartment. He knew she already had company, his car was there. He sat, waited and watched her bedroom window. The shades were already drawn but that didn't mean you couldn't see their shadows.
Soon a small light came on in the bedroom. He could see their shadows, they were always all over each other, like it was their first time. He watched as the man took off her shirt, he let his hand run all over Alex's body, the way he wanted to. He watched as he took off her bra, he rubbed and squeezed her breast, he bent down and sucked each of her nipples. He watched helpless as he became more jealous. He wished it was himself with Alex, doing the things someone else was doing to her. He wanted to be the one with his hand all over her naked body, rubbing, sucking and licking her into a frenzy. It was him that wanted to make love to her. Why did she choose him? What did he have that she couldn't live without?
He continued watching the silhouettes in the window, until finally they disappeared. He realized they finally made it onto the bed. There was no more reason to just sit there. He finally stood up giving one more look to the window, "damn you Bobby!" Feeling lost and disappointed, Captain Ross relunctantly walked back to his car.