Watching My Idol

Brenda was impressed with her neighbor’s body.  She spied on her with binoculars to watch her work out.  Then she copied her routine.  Her neighbor was fit and tone.  Brenda was overweight.  She liked her body’s curves.  Still she wanted a fit body like her neighbor’s. 

Brenda lost fifteen pounds imitating her neighbor’s workouts.  She was more confident.  Men looked at her differently.  That validated what she believed.  

   

One evening at seven-thirty Brenda prepared to spy on her neighbor.  Both lived in mid-rise buildings.  Their units were on the corners.  They could see each other.  But no one else could see them when they went into certain rooms in their units.  This was perfect for Brenda.  She did not want to be seen as a peeping Tom.       

Brenda put the binoculars up to her eyes.  She was ready to watch the workout.  But she began watching something entirely different. 

     

Her neighbor undressed.  She then disappeared into another room.  She reappeared ten minutes later with a towel in her hand.  Brenda assumed she had taken a shower.  She was toweling herself off.  She then threw the towel on the sofa and leaned over.  She came back up with a baseball bat in her hand.  She then straddled something beside her couch.  Brenda could not see what she was straddling.  Her neighbor’s other sofa blocked her view of the floor. 

Brenda watched her raise the bat over her head and swing hard at the floor.  She repeated this action five or six times.  Brenda could see her biceps flex with each swing.  Then she dropped the bat to the floor.  Then she turned and leaned down toward the couch. 

Brenda was wondering what had just happened when her neighbor quickly stood up.  She turned and faced Brenda with a pair of binoculars up to her eyes.  Brenda ducked down.

Story by John Martin

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