Peeper
As he walked down the street he casually peered through peoples’ windows, craning his neck. “I hope I see someone watching porn,” he muttered to himself. “Better yet, I hope I see some people having real sex, that would be tops.” He said these things to himself. He was always on the lookout for people coming down the street. He did not want to be noticed peeping in the night. When someone came he would look around, mock bird watching. Or, he would pull out his phone and pretend to text people he would rather not talk to at the moment. “Nothing must blow my cover.” He was too busy. Then he thought, “What if someone can hear my thoughts? Well then I will pretend not to be psychic. But, if they are psychic then they will surely know that I am psychic. How does being psychic work?”