John Brady had two faces. One was turned to the day, to his wife and his business, to respectability. The other was turned to the night. Alone and lusting, he prowled the streets, a menace to lonely women. And whenever a lit window presented itself, John peered inside …
What was wrong with Brady? He tried to drown his secret desires in the arms of his wife. When that failed, he toyed with Judith Stone, the kind of secretary who mixed pleasure with business. He sought out drunken Sally, the girl who gave him his wildest night and promised him more—more than human flesh could stand. But nothing would exhaust the warped passions within him.
By night, whether he willed it or not, he found himself again peeping.
Then one girl, beautiful Mae Collins, became his madness—became the object of his sinful midnight vigils. Standing outside her window, while she thought herself unobserved, John Brady knew that he would have to do more than just watch …
He would have to enter the house!
What was wrong with Brady? He tried to drown his secret desires in the arms of his wife. When that failed, he toyed with Judith Stone, the kind of secretary who mixed pleasure with business. He sought out drunken Sally, the girl who gave him his wildest night and promised him more—more than human flesh could stand. But nothing would exhaust the warped passions within him.
By night, whether he willed it or not, he found himself again peeping.
Then one girl, beautiful Mae Collins, became his madness—became the object of his sinful midnight vigils. Standing outside her window, while she thought herself unobserved, John Brady knew that he would have to do more than just watch …
He would have to enter the house!