The nosy neighbor

You creep over to the door as quietly as you can and peer through the peephole. Damnit, its Angela!

Angela is your nosy neighbor from across the hall. She's a really light sleeper and always complains about how much noise you make, even though you live alone and rarely do anything louder than watch TV. She's very attractive, and you are pretty sure that she is attracted to you because she is always coming over to borrow things and talk about how much noise the other neighbors make. If you didn't find her so neurotic, you would definitely have pursued her, but you are afraid that she would turn out to be as crazy as Annie Wilkes from Misery. Right now, she is standing in the hall in her pink bathrobe and white nightgown with her bedraggled hair tied up in a bun. If she weren't so loopy, she'd be a hottie. Suddenly, she looks both ways down the hall and then leans in toward the door.

She's trying to open the door! You think, almost gasping out loud. You can't believe her nerve. Then you hear the door knob turn. Your heart skips a beat. You look down: it's unlocked! You must have forgotten to lock it when you came in!

You step back quickly, trying to remain quiet as the door swings slowly inward.

"John?" you hear her say, only half-heartedly. Either she no longer thinks you're home, or she's hoping you won't hear.

She sticks her head into the room and looks around but she doesn't see you. She wouldn't be able to see you behind the door even if you weren't invisible. Tentatively, she takes a step into your apartment, sticking her white, fluffy slipper through the doorway. There seems to be a moment's hesitation before she steps all the way into the room and turns to shut the door quietly behind her.

If you doubted your invisibility before, you can't now. She is standing only three feet away from you and looking right through you. Even though the room is dark, a blind octogenarian would have seen you at this distance. She turns and tip-toes down the hall toward your bedroom. You think she is actually planning on spying on you in your sleep!

Stepping as quietly as you can, you follow her down the hall into your bedroom. The strangeness, the surreal quality of the experience, as you stalk this woman invisibly in the dark, is weirdly arousing and you find yourself growing hard.

She is standing in the middle of the room, apparently quite puzzled. You are obviously not in bed, so where could you be? She bends over, pulling back the blankets, apparently still in disbelief. The sight of her shapely derriere only inches in front of you is almost too much to take. But the paramedics are already on their way.