No one

Steve stared around wildly. He looked deep into the darkness of the moonless night, but could see no one. Trying to slow his breathing, he moved quickly to leave the yard.

Realizing he had narrowly dodged a bullet, Steve made his way home, slipped upstairs and into bed. His heart continued to thud in his chest for several minutes.

“That was a close one,” he thought, staring at the ceiling. “Who knows what would have happened had someone seen me?” He thought about how Lisa would respond to him being called out as a peeping tom and shuddered slightly.

Gradually his breathing slowed, and his heart returned to it’s resting rate. Steve fell into a fitful sleep. One in which he dreamed of a certain neighbor of his in one compromising position after another. His cock slept even worse than he did.