It was a theory. A test. Maybe. She usually got dressed in her room with the shades drawn. Although she knew he was always watching her, and she had never minded him doing so, she was always modest when it came to her body. She had kept that part to herself. For as much that she knew.
But again, this was a test. She opened all the shades. In her panties and what most people wouldn’t even call a tank top, considering the lack of material. Her breasts strained against the old, comfortable threads. She lowered down to pop the DVD into the player. Her ass spread with the bounce of her landing.
Her experiment kept giving her the chills. She hoped the movie would keep her mind off of it. She remembered waking up in a dreamy haze of the DVD screen. The movie must have ended. She started turning off everything. Half fumbling over the remotes as the television provided the only light. She stumbled to her room and fell flat into bed.
She was out.
The next morning, on the way to make coffee, she noticed it.
There was a note written in permanent marker on one of her paper towels.
“You are MINE. I am Watching.”
“P.S. Nice Show.”