Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

POTENTIAL Part 1

Candy Damiani, glanced at the clock while her fingers strummed a nervous rhythm on the table. She anticipated the knock, but still jumped when it came. She sipped from her glass, got up and walked to the door.

"Come in," Candy said, and stepped aside. The tall teenager had to squeeze past. He was holding a box with both hands and his elbow bumped her breast.

"Mrs. Damiani," he said, and flipped his shoulder-length hair, "everything is done outside. All that's left is the software." He put the box down on the kitchen counter, his eyes shifting nervously.

"Zachary," she said, and licked her lips. Her arms tightened at her sides and the boy's eyes darted to her chest.

"Ah, yes, Ma'am."

"Call me... Candy," she said.

"Okay, Candy...Candy it is. So, ah, where's the computer I'm supposed to install this on?"

"It'll be on my husband's computer," she said, and smiled. "Follow me.

They left the kitchen and entered the back section of the house. It was a modern addition on the old house where their master bedroom and office were located, away from the kid's rooms. The first door in the hallway was to the office, but Candy passed it and took Zachary into the master bedroom. She paused and slid her hand over the end of the king sized bed, then continued through the doorway into the attached office. It was a stupid game she was playing, but it made her feel better. Fuck John's security- system, she thought.

For the next ten minutes, Candy watched Zachary install software and hook something to the back of John's computer. "All right," he said, "sit down here and I'll show you how it works." He got up and turned the swivel chair around for her.

Candy sat and scooted forward, then leaned back and looked up at Zachary. "Show me," she said. He was looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

He said, "Double click this icon."

She pretended she cared, and said, "Wow, it's so clear!" She played up the dumb blonde roll.

The screen showed two images. One was the front porch and the other was the driveway going down the side of the house. She could see the bottom steps of the back porch. Now John could see her coming and going, and everyone who visited.

"What does this do?" she asked, and covered Zachary's hand with hers on the mouse. It trembled.

"Ah, that's the zoom control." He drove the pointer to a row of buttons. "Here's the activation mode. It's set up like a motion light, it records anytime something moves outside. The rest of the time it just shows the picture."

"Great," she said.

Zachary had no idea her husband would change his password when he came home and he'd be the only one seeing what was recorded. He'd have another way to make sure she didn't have friends other than the ones they shared, the ones he approved.

"My boss told me there was another computer that I was supposed to install the view panel on." Zachary said. "Is that it over there

"Yes," Candy said, and followed the boy over to her desk in the far corner of the room. He repeated the process on her computer while she imagined things she had no business thinking about.

"Okay, it's done," Zachary said.

"All ready," she said.

"Yes, there's less set up when it's just the view panel," Zachary said. "Let me show you how it works."

"Will this computer record too?" she said.

"No, this one is a secondary device. Its signal comes from that computer," he said. "If you have this button clicked, and there's movement, then you'll see the images in these two windows."

Candy pushed her chair back and stood up. "Wow, this will make me feel so safe," she said, her anger building. "I do transcription work all day with my headset on. Anyone could break in and do- Mm, you never know what someone might do to me." She paused, then added. "Things aren't like they used to be." That was an understatement.

"Yeah, right," he said. "Speaking of that-"He reached into the box he brought and pulled out a small device-here's one of TechAdvance's standard nanny-cams. It can easily be hooked into this system.

Candy felt her heart flutter. "Nanny-cam?"

"Yes," Zachary said. "It's not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching."

She thought about when she was, Candy, the babysitter, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. "Those days have past," she said. Like she would let her husband near a babysitter. "Not that my youngest needs it anymore, but the older kids are my live-in babysitters.

"All right, but if you change my mind- He paused. "I'm not supposed offer this, but if you don't tell my boss, I could come and help you out, you know, for free."

Candy ran her hand down his forearm. Unfortunately her husband would know if she took the boy up on a special service visit. "Not a problem, it'll be our secret. She'd always loved her secrets when she was a girl, and saying the word while playing this silly game with Zachary, got her excited.

Once Zachary was gone, Candy sat in front of her computer, her stomach turned and her fingers trembled. Spycam, spelled out in the search box. She was just curious.

At school, Evan sat in a desk that was too small for his six-foot frame, thinking there should be a law against having a young, hot teacher. The crotch of his khaki pants was getting too tight. His Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Beck, was writing on the board in preparation for class. Her incredible butt was wiggling in cadence with the squeaking marker. He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. What new position would he do her in while his classmates watched?

The woman from the Philippines had smooth brown skin, almond shaped eyes and big, firm breasts. He pushed everything off her desk, laid her down and knelt over her. He started titty fucking her. His creamy load would look great splattered on her brown flesh.

His lusting was interrupted when Darlene entered the classroom. The redhead's body transformed a school uniform into something he'd seen on a "School Girls" website, where 20-year-old women dressed up like fourteen-year-old girls, and did naughty things. He was sure Darlene did naughty things too.

Evan watched Darlene's ass until she got to her seat. She never looked at him. The sixteen-year-old supposedly would go both ways and do things that other high school girls hadn't even heard of.

When class ended, Evan timed his exit to coincide with Darlene's. "How was your weekend?" he asked.

Darlene said, "Fine," without looking at him.

"Do anything fun?"

"Not really," she said, then started turning the dial on her locker.

"Okay," he said, feeling stupid.