The key logger had done its work. Wayne now knew Mia’s passwords. The silly bitch only used three. One for her finances, which didn’t interest him. Another for her online shopping, which might give him some amusement. And the third for personal stuff like emails and, to his astonishment, her roleplay. So she was into rape fantasies. That’s what turned her on, was it? She’d only started the roleplay recently, which explained why he’d not seen so much of her lately. Well, well, well.<br/><br/>He checked her laundry basket. Empty. She’d actually done some washing. Changed her sheets too. Wayne lay on her bed and masturbated anyway. It wasn’t the same without her smell to arouse him but he managed to get off. As he let himself out, he wondered if she would notice the stain. Probably not.