Peeping tom...

As I'm admiring the view into the bathroom of the sorority house, there's a knock on the door. I answer it. It's Mr Green, my landlord.

"How ya settlin in?" he asks. He notices me glance towards the window and chuckles. "Heh, checkin out the scenery?"

"Uh, yeah," I admit.

"Fuck, lots of them hot little chicks over there," he observes. "You could probably go fuck em all, huh?" He sees me smile. "Probably planning that. Come on with me."

He leads me next door through a locked door and up into the attic. "Yeah, them little hotties always having fun," he says creepily.

In the attic, Green has some pretty sophisticated surveillance going on. He has a big camera with a telescopic lens mounted on a tripod, aimed towards the house across the street. I'm taken aback.

"Yeah, I like to watch the pretty girls. You'd be surprised, they never pull their blinds. I got lots and lots of pictures. Film, too, if you're interested."