The WINDOW (adult themed)

 I submitted the title for a contest I was hosting at another blog. I was also drawn to the title, the idea for it which is listed below as part of the contest requirements. 

So here goes, my take on it. 

Room with a View; the novel by E.M. Forster, was a tale about a young woman, engaged then, met another man when she was on holiday. She was unsure of her journey of love thereafter.

Rear Window an Alfred Hitchcock classic movie based on the short story It Had to Be Murder by Cornell Woolrich. It was remake by Christopher Reeve. He was the Quadriplegic who then uses a wheelchair, relieves the boredom of his daily existence by engaging in voyeurism.

Two different stories, and the only common link is the view of it. The former a love affair. The latter a criminal tale. The challenge is to make it more interesting but blend the two tales into one. Any length, any content and have fun.

Add in new directions/hints/ideas.

P.S. I may add my own version of it in the comments section when I am more available to write this weekend. Writing is an expression of our thoughts that could be inspired by what we saw, hear, or read. The story will form in our mind may be in fragments, but it will us who will construct the whole story. To me, writing is a form of therapy for my stress.

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I see you, Jimmy. You are there at the window. Are you watching me? Do not lie, Jimmy. You always do that ever since I was thirteen. Yes, you were a bad boy even there. Ten years old you were, and you liked to watched. You peeked with the lights off but you pulled the curtains apart. I could not see you but the shadows told me you are there. If you ever knew the shadows followed you wherever you are. The streetlight does not reach mine, but it does on yours. You told me when we were younger that the demons came to your room from the window. They creep in at night with the long creeping arms, and then stood there watching you. You told me to watch so that I can tell the others about it. I did for I was your friend, and I saw the shadows. I thought it was the demons but the demon was you. Yes, yourself lying on the bedding, and your hands were busy. You were disgusting then and always will be. I hate you.

I knew it well, Jimmy. You made me watched while you watched me. I did wonder what did you see then. It was not silly of me to know later. Your sister betrayed you. She sneaked out the magazines from under your bedding. You were watching me like them. You were bad but I grew too. The pictures were of me too. I saw myself in them. I begin to like it. I could not do it to anyone but you. Why? I guess you wanted to see me grow.

Oh, Jimmy. It was fun. It was making me feel like them. I want to be like them too. I could had been but I wanted myself to be only for you. Peter; you knew him too. He once told me if I showed him mine, he would do the same. I said agreeable but he was to do it first. He did and I saw, and then I ran. He chased me but I could run faster than anyone of the boys. I ran home, locked the door, and laughed. Peter stood outside my window, and called me out. You knew as you were at the window. You threw the shoes at Peter for disturbing me. He threw it back at your window. That was funny.

The fun was always there. It was soon I became you first. I guess it was to be. I was too then. We were more than friends. I could not describe your expression then but it was funny. You kept on asking me to take it off, but it was our first time. I told you no, and you ran out. You went back to your window. You stood there, and removed your clothes. I did the same, and we stared at each other. We love each other.

I am sorry, it never lasted.

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Bitch, you lied to me. I loved you. I adored you. I would have given you more …… Well, I did. It was my promise to you to make you happy. I did not foresee the incident that left me like this. We had arguments but it was never bad. We made up and moved on. I was not be blamed. It was Rita; she was at the window. I looked then. She was just there. I knew it was your room, but Rita stood there like you did many times. It was only once but you kicked me out of your room. I will be honest, I could not feel anything here at my heart, and yes, it was all there at Rita. She was like the ones I had kept below the bedding. They were in my head; my window to my other self. They are not real. I could not be seen with them but only you. I knew of that ever since I saw you but that was not good enough for you. You had Peter moved into you. He took my sloppy seconds. He took you where I had been; your final frontier. You knew I will be watching. You had to do it by the window. You had to leave the curtain open for me. You must show me your expression. You never cared for me. You just moved on. I was just ……the one who peeked. Why Peter? He was a misfit. He never loved you but the way he gabbed at you, the squeeze, the force. He was violating you, and you let him do it.

Where is the fuck in it? I was your best. You said to me. I am the best. I am into you. Joanie, you must forgive me. I tossed out Rita, Jolene and who else but you. Please come back to me. I will keep the window open for you. I am always yours. We love each other.

I am sorry, it never lasted.

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Do not be hard, Jimmy. I do apologies here. Please remain hard. It was never meant to last. You never did for long and it will be our little secret. I would not tell to anyone.

Jimmy, you were my window to move on. I needed to know the full feeling, and you were there. Somehow, it was not the same without you. Kinky, yes. It was fun to watch you there watching. I knew you watched at Rita, Jolene, and the who else was there but they were not real. I was the real window you needed. And you were the window I needed. I saw my own there. It was not Peter but you. You made me complete. You were always the one I needed to watch for. We needed the window to see ourselves. Be ourselves. You, me and the window.

Do not close the curtains, Jimmy. The window is our tunnel of love. It will always be ours.

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