Maybe I had glanced at her denim enclosed crotch a moment too long. Now it was 6am and the sun was beginning to rise. The streetlamps remained lit; it was still dim. Dim enough that I could barely see my scrawl in the unlit room.
She was tall so her denim crotch was at eye level where I sat and how could I help but glance at it, I am wont to glance at things I desire although I usually try to remain surreptitious.