The Next Best Thing  By Chris Bridges  

Dammit! The Jacksonfs curtains were shut, and they were the only people within view that were halfway attractive.

Whatfs a voyeur to do when therefs no one to peep at?

Frustrated, she kicked her door and threw herself down on her bed. Behind her the door swung; the mirror on it caught her eye.

In it she could see her dresser mirror. And in that...

... she saw a naked girl, in profile, on a bed. She moved a hand and watched the girl cup an upturned breast. She reached down, and the girl began to stroke herself.

Fascinated, she watched.