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I caught him, my sister's husband, leering at me as I buttoned my blouse. His gaze was intense, hungry, yet he remained silent, frozen in the doorway. I could feel his desire, thick and palpable, as I turned to face him. He quickly retreated, but the air was filled with an unspoken tension, a promise of something forbidden, something taboo. I knew I couldn't ignore it, not this time.