The view from the garden was beautiful — and tempting.
“My goodness, Mr. Taylor,” Maureen murmured. “Haven’t you ever seen a nurse out of uniform before?”
Young, lush, golden-haired, she was the live-in nurse who tended Frank Taylor’s bedridden wife—and to Taylor himself, a tantalizing, just-out-of-reach goad to bottled-up passions. Then came the night he realized that the perfect female body beneath the starched white uniform was tormented by needs as fevered as his own, triggering his first step toward the limits of forbidden desire…
Male, April 1965 via
Hunt a cat, catch a tiger!
No woman was safe from his prying eyes.
Probes deeply into the strangest of sins — voyeurism!