A Narration from the Brain of Jewel Quinn

Chapter 4: KoKo Crunch Binoculars

Chapter 4: KoKo Crunch Binoculars

Wednesday, June 25, 5:30 a.m.

I shouldn't find him attractive. But I do. Its hard to find someone ugly when they look that good in a pair of speedos.

I can't believe I just thought that. I can't believe I'm sitting here doing this when I swear I wouldn't anymore. Well it's his fault anyway, for not checking if anyone else is here.

I should really stop. This isn't right. But, um. I don't want to. Obviously.

Really, if you think about it, its research. On guys. My interest in seeing Ryan swim laps in the pool is purely scientific. I mean its basically human aesthetics or was it anatomy.

But I really do feel guilty about it. Especially about him not knowing. And the fact that I'm using the   binoculars at the bottom of my Koko Crunch Cereal to spy on him through my bedroom window like a peeping Tom.

Just not guilty enough to stop. 

Plus he sort of deserves it tormenting me and stuff. And I wouldn't even know about these daily swimming practices if he didn't force me to wash his jeep at 6 am every morning.

And it probably isn't all that wrong. Guys have been doing this to girls for hundreds or even thousands of years if you take to account what goes on in Littlefinger's whorehouse in King's landing on Game of Thrones. It's about time girls get a little payback anyway.

I'm saving these images in my brain so when things get really bad like they are right now, when it's 5:30 in the morning and not even roosters are up, I can think about is how Ryan looks in his speedos. And it helps.

Okay, this is sick. Very very sick. I am fully going to ask for God's forgiveness in church at confession. Or maybe just at home in bed where no one can hear me. No middle men. You have to go straight and give it to the man. That's what my grandpa always advises, anyway.

Although, I hardly think my grandpa meant his advise to be used this way. Or know how much time I spend spying on my archnemisis swimming in the pool. Especially when the attention is directed at his grandson.

Like Desiree said lack of sleep can trigger a missfiring of brain synapses. Maybe my brain was overloading because of the lack of sleep and sending pleasure signals to my brain instead of fear. So it really wasn't my fault I have biological data to prove it.

Oh no. He just got up. Time to hide my binoculars and clean his Jeep. Yey!

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Jenny Moffat's List of Hottest Male Actors (commentary by Jewel Quinn)

1. Hugh Jackman (agree-- six feet of australian unadulterated hotness. He can act, sing and dance. Drawback: Old enough to be my father and married)

2. Prince William (disgree-- He's balding. I like prince harry better although in some instances he does look like a tabby cat.)

3. Leonardo de Caprio (duh!)

4. Damon from Vampire Diaries (hot hot hot - but taken)

5. Stephen Amell from Arrow (can't wait for the next season and his abs)

6. Mike Ross from Suits (disagree -- Harvey Specter all the way)

7. That guy on the Levis billboard we pass on the way to school (WHO is that guy? They should give him his own show.)

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This chapter is dedicated to @sinistersushi for the awesome covers she made. I'm probably going to be changing the cover every time I upload a new chapter because of the ridiculously fun roster of covers she made me. Thank you again! 

P.S. Peeping is very wrong and should not be done. And if you can't help yourself don't get caught.

P.P.S. Post on the comment box below on who you think should be in the list. It will make a rather interesting discussion. :)