Chapter 43
My exposure happened when he stood from his bed and dropped the used cotton towel inside his Martha Stewart hamper to wash during his next laundry session. Perhaps he had noticed me somewhat shifting my weight from one foot to the next inside the collection of palms. I was quite sure he saw me at the corner of his left eye—a sliver of my arm or one of my shoulders—and quickly turned his head in my direction, spotting another part of my torso or limbs. In doing so, he immediately dropped the towel on the floor, missing the hamper by just a few feet, and rushed to the window in his beautiful buff.
Once at the window, he opened the screen, popped his torso out, looked from his left to right, searched me out, and yelled, “Hey, I know who you are! I know what you’re doing!”