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like this. She was his kinky new neighbor and he’d masturbated watching her. He seemed a little embarrassed.
    —Hello, he said uncertainly.
    Janey gave him a weak smile. Why had she rushed into this? She must seem desperate. The man was probably saying hello out of sympathy. He must be disappointed at how she looked in real life. She didn’t look nearly as good as she had in the
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when he’d first seen her. He’d never look at her the same way again. She’d ruined it.
    —Hello, Janey said.
    —I believe I owe you an introduction, the man said.
    Janey didn’t know what to say. This was so awkward. Why hadn’t she just left the store? It was too late now to go back.
    —I’m Henry Walden, he said.
    His voice was deep and gravelly. Just the kind of voice that Janey had imagined he would have. She could have closed her eyes and listened to it all night.
    —I’m Janey, she said. Janey Carver.
    This was a disaster. He’d never be interested in her now that he’d seen her up close. She should have contrived a meeting at a better time.
    —My husband is Benjamin Carver. We’ve just moved in next to you.
    —I noticed, Henry said and raised an eyebrow.
    Janey smiled in embarrassment.
    There followed an awkward silence. Henry was looking at her intently, taking her all in. He seemed to be drinking her up with his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t disgusted by her, after all. He seemed taken by her. She looked at his eyes, which were following the contours of her body from her feet up along her legs, over her bum and up to her breasts and face. She felt the thrill of being watched all over again. There was something about this man, about the way he made her feel when he looked at her, that she found intensely fulfilling and exhilarating. It was almost like he could do more with his eyes than Ben could do even with his hands. She began to feel a little better about herself, like his gaze was the sunlight bringing her back to life.
    She felt that maybe she’d been a little hard on herself. She’d been depressed all day but that was only natural given what Ben was up to. She was still a beautiful young woman with her whole life ahead of her. She might not have any makeup on and her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail but she had a beautiful figure, a pretty face, a nice complexion.
    —I love your pool, Janey said, just to break the silence.
    Henry came back to her as if she’d just woken him from a sleep.
    —Yes, he said, distantly.
    He’d been so intent on looking at her it seemed he could hardly concentrate. It was strange that he was so taken by her but it sure was doing her battered confidence some good.
    —Well, you can use it anytime, Henry said. I live alone and hardly ever swim. It’s a shame because it’s a nice pool.
    —Thank you, Janey said.
    She imagined him watching her swimming in the pool. She imagined being naked in it.
    —Really, he said. I mean it. You go ahead and swim any time. I’m not even home most of the time and I have a gardener that comes by a few times a week and he maintains it perfectly. I’d be delighted to see you make use of it.
    Janey looked up at him. He was handsome and seemed confident and capable but there was an awkwardness about him too. She wasn’t surprised to hear he lived alone. He had the air of a loner. She also felt a rush of desire when he’d said he’d like to see her in the pool. Maybe he meant that he’d watch her. He was welcome to.
    She honestly couldn’t understand her own emotions or feelings right now, but something about the thought of him looking at her, watching her swim made her feel more secure and safe than anything else she could call to mind. It was as if his gaze would be an embrace that would hold her and protect her.
    —Well, Janey said. I’d better get going.
    He’d been looking at her again and seemed to find it difficult to concentrate on anything while in her presence.
    —Of course, Henry said. Of course.
    He offered her his hand