He loved to look at bodies, so he said. His highrise faced another just as tall. He didn't care for women in his bed, preferred them through the window. From here, I see it all. A neighbor pulls a dress over her head, and I'm a happy man.
Marriage is hell.
I don't need a woman in my bed. His favorite window overlooked a spread of neon signs. And while he watched she'd sometimes shed her clothes right there. I watch her from my bed. She's lovely, but she seems distracted, sad.