My Secret Collection

Neither of us had classes today, so after eating, I accompanied him back to his place. Initially, I thought he was staying in a hotel, but it turned out to be a very old and small roadside motel. I suggested he go ahead inside while I parked the car, planning to join him shortly afterward. However, when I entered the lobby of the motel, there wasn't a soul in sight. Fortunately, he had given me the room number before heading in, so I proceeded straight to it.

His room happened to be located in the most remote corner of the motel premises. As I approached, my gaze caught sight of an unexpected scene: a short, stout, bald-headed man standing by Neil's room window, his gaze fixed intently on whatever was transpiring within. Reacting swiftly, I strode up beside him, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. I grasped his collar firmly, forcefully pulling him aside, and then peered through the gap he had been using to spy, where it was clear that Neil was changing clothes.

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