But he had been totally surprised when they dove in the opposite direction. His mind had been trying to wrap itself around the reason for that, when he noticed that they also looked at him.
He assumed that their decision had probably been prompted by the fact that the middle aged man was obviously the bigger fish here. And so, after what seemed like an eternity of being imprisoned in the gloomy dungeon of shame, a ray of light briefly settled in Zavier's mind, allowing him a break from the evil that had threatened to suffocate him like a boa constrictor.
Zavier allowed himself to feel something akin to gladness when he thought of just how fun it would be to watch the old pervert get what was coming to him. Yes, Zavier made up his mind to lay the blame on the stranger in the fine suit. He would say he had been coerced by the man into watching the couple's intimate moments. Zavier had already begun building up his defense.
