Frank has breakfast and surveys the street

Frank woke from a dreamless sleep feeling refreshed and renewed. He looked at his watch and found he had slept nearly eleven hours, but since he had packed it in so early after exhausting himself with Cadey, it was still early. He padded into the kitchen and made coffee and a light breakfast, then carried it up stairs to what the realtor had jokingly called his "lookout."

It was an appropriate name for the room, which sat alone on the third floor, accessible through a spiral staircase. Apparently the builders of the house had intended it as a sun room or garden house, but Frank's interest in plants was limited to those that were used in cooking, and he had left it empty except for a small table and two chairs.

The advantage of the room was it gave a view of virtually the entire cul de sac, and gave Frank a sense of power and control. A sense of power and control which the **** seemed to be making a reality, he chuckled.

As he ate Frank made a map of the street, putting numbers to the houses and names where he knew them. There were 22 houses on the cul de sac, with the lots and houses tending to get larger towards the end. He smiled as he finished his breakfast and picked up a pair of small but powerful binoculars he kept in the room.

His house was in the middle of the block on the south side, giving him a good view of all but three of houses, which were blocked by the curve of the cul de sac. He swept his vision up and down the street, noting details on his map.

He noted Holly Bryant coming out of her house, dressed in a sports bra and spandex shorts and obviously going for a run. As she approached Vanessa Cornell's house, the pretty blonde wife came out to meet her, dressed similarly and the two exchanged a hug before jogging up the street. Frank focussed on their taut asses as they wobbled away for a moment, then turned back to the street.

He swept his glasses over the Meadow's house, wondering if the delectable Jane was home. The ripe blonde bitch was a tremendous fuck now that she'd lost her virginity, and his cock twitched at the thought of sinking into her primed body. Not to mention her slutty mother and sister. Maybe all three were home and he could have a session with all of them. He chuckled, reminding himself to buy more Viagra if he was going to go that route.

From the information Cadey had given him, her friend Lisa Swanson lived on one side of the Meadows, while the Gustafson's lived on the other. He scanned both houses for signs of life, but saw nothing obvious, then moved up to the Deville's just in time to see Mrs. Deville and her daughter getting into her car and driving away.

Interesting, he thought. That would leave the intriguing looking maid home. Probably alone, and very possibly ****.

Smiling, Frank put down his binoculars and headed downstairs.