Three Steps Behind – Eyes on the Leather Trousers, the Leather Boots…

I walk, and you follow. Three steps apart, no more, no less. The harbour ahead of me, cobblestones under my heels, the handbag and the sunglasses in my hand. The nylon shows my back, the leather trousers fit as if they were made for nothing else. I turn my head just a little, so you know I notice how you look.

People walk past. You blush and keep looking anyway. Good. That is the moment it begins.

Here you see the back. You may follow.