Watching

She watched them through the window, parting the slats of the blind just enough to see. She watched the sheen of sweat build on their work earned muscles as they skilfully mounted ladders, gradually taking their loads higher, higher, flexing their bronzed, inked calves and thick sculpted thighs. She listened as they sang and whistled and breathed. She watched them through the slit and felt alive, unaware that they watched her too.

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