'Go on, that's the spirit. Give her something to hold onto. Wahey!'
He knew one of them was playing away because the mobiles were within easy reach, ready for when an unsuspecting caller would ring. And her knickers were scanty Victoria's Secret special. He loved cheeky underwear. The woman at last weekend's booking went commando. He liked that too. Thought it funny that they were doing it in Fanny's former lodgings. That bedroom hadn't seen a sniff of sex in decades until now.
Julian never got out of the habit of perving on every dirty weekender and why should he? Free entertainment in this glorified limbo, the joys of debauchery unavailable for him forevermore, he turned his hand at voyeurism and a little bit of meddling. If a couple were particularly obnoxious, he'd freak them out by switching the lights on and off in quick succession. And they never heard him bellow with laughter.
He always kept an eye out for one special person though. He lived in hope. All pervy pursuits would fly out of the window when he would see his own daughter walking through the doors. He would focus on nobody else. He couldn't wait.