The sweat dripped from his forehead, this was it, the moment Jason Fetz had been so carefully planning for months. He had schemed and calculated every moment and movement, carefully sketched diagrams and gently written each strategy with soft dark lead. And finally, he was ready. His preparation had come into fruition.

Jason Fetz stomach was full of nerve and butterflies as he stood high atop the roofs edge. His heart sank as he peered through the blanket of the warm nights sky. His palms were heavy with the weight of anxiety. Would he succeed or would he fail? He cleared his throat and his body became electric. Jason could feel each breeze as if it were the first and his arm hair stood on end. He stopped and with an exhale, he rubbed his eye as and peered deep into the telescopes lens.

It was a Tuesday. He knew that every Tuesday was their night. A night that rightfully belonged to Jason Fetz.

His hand shifted the lens into focus. He carefully removed objects from a bag, opening a container along the way in which he emptied into his hands. He watched as his parents removed their clothing and began to pee on one another, his hands violently rubbing his wiener. Jason Fetz is a pervert and likes watching his parents urinate on one another.

Tonight was his night, and his alone.