It was mid-October last year when Tom first saw all of Miss Del Fino. Oh he had seen her before, in and out of the building he works for regularly, but this time she wasn't wearing her usual business suit that made Tom's bank account tremble at the thought of such wasteful spending. In fact, there wasn't a single overpriced piece of silk or cashmere on that woman. Yes. Tom had unintentionally figured out one of the residents of Hightower Ave. was also a high paid member of the Va Va Voom Girls. That was the first of many secret lives that Tom would soon uncover, and not one of them knew their private lives weren't so private anymore.
For instance, Sally Marshall, an old widow with more cats than friends nowadays, had a great fondness for a certain Mary Jane. The young med student in 251 would rather utter lines from Shakespeare than study surgical procedures. And it seems the seemingly put-together p.e. teacher at the nearest high school was doing a whole different type of exercise on a pole, and it wasn't pull-ups.
At first, Tom didn't know what to make of these discoveries. He couldn't talk to any of these people anymore knowing what happens behind closed doors, or more appropriately, behind their not so closed windows. After all, if they knew Tom knew of their shameful indulgences, how would he continue to see what they were up to. You see, Tom was an ordinary man with ordinary habits. At least, that was what his neighbors would say about him, just like Miss Del Fino and the med student's neighbors would say about them. The truth is, behind those not so closed windows, lurked a peeping Tom trying to disguise some secrets of his own.
