Henry Porter was a despicable, angry man. He had never had a relationship with a real woman in his 57 years on this earth and therefore had never married. But he continued daily to abuse himself sexually in anyway he could. His main passion, if you can call it that, was his interest in voyeurism. This was what he dreamt of and this was what he thought about everyday.

It had started with pornographic images on the Internet immediately after he had purchased a second hand laptop. The previous owner had been an avid watcher and the hard drive was full of revealing cookies that Henry had started to follow. This excited him. He couldn’t wait to get home to his dingy, rancid flat, with its rotting wall paper peeling away from the walls at the top, the black spots of mould mapping their way across the yellowing ceiling but this was all irrelevant to Henry because as soon as he slipped down his trousers and held his manhood in his favourite hand grip, all that mattered was what the big breasted woman was doing to the man in her mouth.

Each morning Henry caught the bus to get himself to work from the end of his road. The bus weaved its way through the seedier parts of the City. The parts that were notorious for curb crawlers and prostitutes even at that early time in the morning. His watery eyes watched from the top of the bus and sweat formed on his brow as he saw a working girl lean into a car. Her short skirt barely brushing the bottom of her skinny ass cheeks at the top of her bruised and mottled legs. Henry had never been tempted to pay for sex, not even once but he liked to watch as the girls climbed into the front of the cars and lowered their heads.

As the evenings started to grow lighter and the air warmer, Henry took to walking the streets at night to feed his passion for peeping. Some of the windows had flimsy curtains at them and if he was lucky he caught a glimpse or two of naked or semi naked flesh, which made his heart, beat fast and his blood pressure rise. As he walked around one area, just as the night’s inkiness slipped around him he heard long, low moans coming from the upstairs window of a house.

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He stopped and listened closely with his nose twitching like a mouse to catch every little sound. They were the moans of a woman and she sounded to be enjoying whatever was happening to her, her moans got higher then as she breathed out they became lower. Henry felt his mouth fill with saliva and he had to gulp back the spittle. His beady little pug eyes looked around for a way to get up to the window, whose curtains were partly open. There was an old wooden garage in front of the house, one of its end corners led right up to the window. Now all he needed to do was to find away up onto that roof. He looked around and spotted a fence just low enough for him to heave his bulk up on to. Once up onto the fence the lift to the roof was easy.

The roof was covered in moss, so he had to move slowly if he didn’t want to slip, and the hardness between his legs was making his trepid movements even more difficult and his excitement was growing at an alarming rate as the woman’s screams and sighs became louder and more frequent. He slid his zip down to reveal himself ready for the action he would get when he got to the window, taking care not to make any major sounds.

The breath from his open mouth left a little mist patch on the windowpane but he could clearly see a naked woman on her knees, her elbows and head resting on the mattress of the bed as the man in a T-shirt knelt behind her. Henry could only see them from the front, the rest of their bodies were pointing out behind at a door and wall but the excitement of being there looking in at them was enough for Henry to start rubbing himself. The woman took in a deep breath as the man moved in behind her and once again made her scream and then pant, as she did she lifted up from the bed and Henry saw her heavy breasts. Right at that time Henry felt his warm, wet liquid bubble out down over his hand.

This was just at the time when the roof gave way and Henry fell the 9 feet to the garage floor below. Through his back, just catching and clipping his spine and out of his chest an iron rod glistened deep red with Henry’s blood and shards of bone matter. A rat that had been lurking in the corner stepped forward, its nose twitching as it sniffed at the corps on the floor. Its sensitive whiskers picking up no movement as its sharp yellow teeth bit down onto Henry’s flaccid sex, the rat looked round as she heard a baby’s cries from above. She left heading back to her own lair to feed her own nest full of infantile pups.

Upstairs unaware of the commotion outside a new mother and father held a brand new baby in their arms. The blood from the afterbirth and broken waters on the floor between them looked remarkably like where Henry’s genitals had been. Henry’s dead eyes seemed to stare up above at the starry sky, there would be no light coming for him tonight.  

They always say; when a life leaves this world another enters. This was so true in Henry’s case.