157: Say Cheese!

Alan’s POV The screen of my laptop still displayed a long-haired blonde woman riding a man, her breasts bouncing. The woman resembled Fenella. Perhaps when she grew up, she would look like the woman on my laptop screen. In truth, I didn't need to be afraid of getting caught because Mom and Dad were on their honeymoon. As for Amy, well, she seemed to have been out with Chris since the morning. However, there was still the housekeeper in the Schmidt household. I peeked out of my window. It turned out Mrs. Greta, the housekeeper, was sweeping the dry leaves in the front yard. The house felt quiet that afternoon, so I thought I could watch more freely now. Besides, my ears were starting to hurt, and I couldn't move freely because of the headphone cable. "Shit." The headphones slipped off my ears again. Just as I was about to adjust them, that damn broken headphone interrupted my fantasy once more. I looked down from my bedroom window again. There was no sign of Chris's car, and Mrs. Greta