Eyes

A Window. A Pair Of Hidden Eyes. A Woman's Voice That Called From Somewhere In The City's Night...

Stu lived on East Seventy- Eighth Street. A nice, safe, quiet block where he lived a nice, safe, quiet life. Then the phone calls began. A total stranger. Joan, she said. She knew him, watched him, saw his every move. A voice. It became part of him. It amused him. Fascinated him and finally seduced him to cross the last lonely barrier, to gaze into the piercing stare of desire and compulsion...and clutching fear.