As I sat on my toilet, happy of the the fact all that fiber is doing the trick, I found myself staring at the big window to my right. It's completely frosted which is meant to give me total privacy from the perverts and the local peeping toms that have flooded this once great neighbourhood.
Like most people I don't do my business in the dark. It would mean taking a head torch to inspect my offerings and that's just gross. I also like to take my time, maybe reading the paper or a bit of that book I'm not really enjoying anymore but feel I should finish now I've started it.
It was not until the first paper based clean-up operation of my posterior did the first tingles of worry being to twitch.
If you have ever watched old 70 hardcore porn edited for the UK (hang on, that's lost lots of you), if you have ever seen a streaker from a football match shown on TV you will know that you don't need to see anything to see everything.
The pixelation/blurring does little to hide what going on and in fact can draw you eyes closer to the action as you brain tries to sort out what its seeing.
My frosted shield of modesty is in fact nothing more than a beacon to anybody withing 500 meters of my flat. I have lived here for almost 5 months. That's well over 100 toilet based events?
shit.
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