After the first night, when he had spent hours in the dark with his eye pressed to the hole, his heart racing from the enjoyment of such forbidden pleasure and the fear of being discovered, Ranny became obsessed with his creation. The next day, he rolled a nearby large wheeled garbage bin into a position against the wall, close to the innocent-appearing nail, where it provided shelter from the eyes of people walking past on the main walkway in front of the building. Whenever he could, he would swing by that container with some trash to put in it as an alibi, and quickly steal a peek into the shower room. Sometimes it was empty. Sometimes there were only a couple of girls, and sometimes they were clothed and just fixing their hair.
But other times, and these were the times when Ranny felt himself glued to the wall and almost unable to tear himself away, the shower room was indeed filled with young, naked, female bodies. Some of the girls tried to keep themselves covered as much as possible, whether from shyness or because they had bought into the image of beauty presented in the teen magazines and didn't like the way their own bodies looked. But others, who were used to communal nudity from their team sports shower rooms, or who were proud of their bodies and had a touch of exhibitionism in their makeup, made no effort to dress quickly. Ranny loved them all, but he was especially appreciative of those young goddesses who strutted around the room, displaying their tanned young bodies with high, firm breasts, flat stomachs with trim waists, and perfect hips and legs. Under cover of darkness, he hid undetected behind the trash bin and feasted his eyes on sights that went beyond anything he could ever have imagined being allowed to see.
His actual experience with women had been very limited. In his high school days, his mother had been a constant presence in the school, and she insisted that he spend his time at night doing homework and not hanging around with evil companions. That, combined with his appearance and manner, had meant that he hadn't had much of a social life involving girls, and certainly not with naked girls. In boot camp, he had accompanied some of the recruits on expeditions to the nearby town where an evening of drinking had been climaxed by sex with some of the cheap whores who hung around there. Those incidents were dimly remembered, filtered through the alcoholic haze in which they'd been experienced. It was probably as well that the details were clouded, because girls who would do anything with anyone for a $20 bill were not exactly the cream of young womanhood in appearance.