While using the hair dryer and brushing her hair Kjerstin thought about the flashes of light, of where she was certain she'd seen them originate.
While looking out the window she had figured them to be two stories up, and about twelve windows down from where the building turned. If every apartment had three windows that would be the fourth apartment.
Kjerstin smiled. Her math teachers had all thrown their hands in the air and given up on her, but here she'd just applied their lessons. She just needed the right incentive, and the thought of confronting the person watching her gave her a feeling of great satisfaction.
But what would she do when she confronted him? Would she be indignant? Would she act innocent? Kjerstin wasn't sure, and as she finished drying her hair she imagined the various scenarios. Some were boring, but she naturally shied away from those. She'd left boring when she left her boyfriend. She wanted everything to be about excitement now that she was here in America.
With her hair finished Kjerstin slipped on her robe and turned to go to her room, noticing for the first time that she'd left the door open. A frown marred her features. Had she? Or had Lester opened it to peek in on her? Would she confront him too like she was going to confront the peeping tom?
Kjerstin padded quickly to her room, not wanting to be **** to decide just yet, and put away her toiletries before selecting some clothes. Demure? Or seductive? Covering or revealing?
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