I live with Tom and Jennifer, in their spacious home, without their knowledge. Although I’m intimately acquainted with every aspect of their lives, I’m a complete stranger to them. I come and go without detection, I hide in confined spaces, and I’ve mastered the art of being still for long periods of time. Earlier tonight, I hid naked and motionless in their bedroom, waiting for them to go to bed. Once they were asleep, I slipped out of my hiding place, and I hovered over them in the dark. I brought my face close to Jennifer’s and I felt her warm breath on my ear. The sweet smell of her hair filled my nostrils. This is how I feel love. I made my way down the hall, past the room with the empty crib, and I proceeded downstairs to prepare a light meal. As I write this, I’m relaxing in the privacy of a tastefully decorated living room. At around 6:30am, I’ll take my usual position behind the couch as I wait for them to leave for work. I took great care selecting Tom and Jennifer as my hous...
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