Snippet #1644211

The classic sound of a painfully loud, crackling exhaust system that only a Harley could provide assaulted the air, and quickly tore the days silence to ribbons, that was the only thing he hated, everyone knew when he was home.
He gunned the engine twice after pulling into the skimpy drive-way they had and killed it, the sound fading out to a faint hum before vanishing.
On his way in he'd seen Vesper take to the roof, she seemed to do that often, one of the few times she piqued his curiosity, he often wondered if she was just up there to kill time, or think, or both, or perhaps something of a more singularly sexual nature, that thought alone made him chuckle.
While throwing a tarp over his bike, just in case it rained even though the day was clear, he resolved to go up to the roof, and sneak a peak at Vesper's only private aspect of her life, and perhaps become a Peeping-Tom in the process.
"Either way," he thought, while climbing to the stairs to his room. "She'll probably yell.

He slid the only window his room had all the up, and hauled himself out of it.
The house didn't exactly have an easy way onto the roof for non-flying animals, or those adept at climbing, and last he checked, a shark was neither, but muscle over came those limitations.
His fingers gripped the cheap singles of the roof as he prepared to hoist himself up, it was only then, that the idea of announcing himself came into focus.

"Hey Vesper."
Was all he chose to say, and it was instantly followed by a grunt of effort as he forced his weight up and unto the roof.