Page 13 of Voyeur

Epilogue

Stephen

Kylie moved in with me back into my old house and finished her art degree at the nearby university. She started working in a local gallery and eventually her work became so successful that she had her own exhibit there. I was so proud of her, but I had to take a little credit—I was a darn good figure model.

My knee had fully recovered and didn’t slow me down one bit. I was thrilled to be back on a bike, and back in my role with the Howlers.

At first, Kylie wasn’t quite as thrilled. But after some time and persuasion, she finally came out with me to meet the Howlers. She thought they were a fantastic group of guys, just like I knew she would. She got along well with them and their significant others, and fit nicely into my little family.

One day I was watching the news when a familiar face flashed across my TV screen.

“Babe!” I yelled for Kylie, who joined me on the couch, handing me a beer.

“Look who it is.”

Turned out, her scumbag ex-boyfriend Ben had served his sentence and been released from prison, only to go right back in almost immediately.

“What a disgusting loser,” Kylie said, rolling her eyes. I was proud to see how far she’d come. Seeing Ben like this would have once unnerved her; now she was completely unafraid.

The news report said that he’d gotten arrested again because he had been hiding cameras in public restrooms or something like that. He was a repeat offender; now he would be locked up for a long, long time.

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