Instead she found one under the wiper blade. It said: If you don't like it, you don't have to look!

Honey read it again and again. Didn't those people care if their children were fucking each other? Apparently they did not, she decided. And why would they leave a note, for her? Back on the sidewalk, puzzled, Honey walked slowly home. Something didn't make sense to her. They knew she had seen them, but they didn't seem to give a damn.

The next night, as always, Honey was ready to prowl. She wore a blouse and skirt, and once again was naked beneath them. She was drawn to the house immediately, compulsively.

Believing it impossible to peek into the house, she entered the garage again, intending to leave another note, an erotic note this time.

Once again she found a note. It said: You should have been around at one in the morning!

Honey felt her heart beating as she read the note. Were they trying to tell her something? It didn't make sense. Were they waiting for her to peek at them? Didn't they really care? Then a thought came to her. I like to watch, and I also get excited when someone peeks at me. There must be others the same way.

Blocking out letters, she placed her own note under the blade: Leave a drape drawn and I will watch.

She could hardly wait for nightfall the next day. Honey was nervous with anxiety, pacing her apartment and feeling her tits and cunt and ass. She brought herself to orgasm five times, and yet she still wanted more.

Then finally darkness.

Honey almost ran to the house. But there was no note. She was disappointed, believing things had gone too far and they had become frightened.