Another message

Nicholas woke up the next morning and hurried to the window with his binoculars. There was no one in the room, and a paper in the window, but the message was different. It read: “Naughty, naughty. But your compliment has convinced me not to tell anybody yet. You’ll get a show tonight. Hope you like to watch my ‘perfect’ ass getting fucked.” Nicholas gulped. He re-read the message twice. Thank fuck, he said to himself, I live to see another day. He quickly warmed up to the idea of the two of them being pen pals. This is amazing, she doesn’t mind me watching. But also he felt frightened about the possibilities. What if she decides to turn me in anyway? Or what if I send a message she doesn’t like? Or what if she wants to meet? Nicholas’ thoughts were swirling around in his head. I should definitely write a message back.