“Huh?  Sorry.  He’s mowing again.  Yeah.  He knows I watch.  Sometimes I take a walk when he’s out there and nod.  But he’s on to me.  Last time his girlfriend gave him a big kiss.  He looked at me, saying, see, I’m straight.  Like I care.  I think about him going inside, getting a beer, sitting on the couch with his crotch all sweaty.  Knowing he could just look at me one second longer, and I’d be right behind him.  Right between his legs, licking the sweat off his balls while he drinks his beer and doesn’t say a word…”