When my husbands granmother died two years ago we had his granfather Howard move in with us. We have plenty of room since we have no children and our house has three bedrooms. He is 71 now but very healthy and a jack of all trades. He has done home improvements all over our house and has saved my husband and I great expense in doing so. My husband has worked night work for more than 2 years and I have always loved Howard and his wife ever since I met them. I was more than happy that he moved in with us and enjoy his company at night when my husband is working. Last year he put a new shower enclosure and completly renovated my master bathroom. Four months ago he fell in the back yard and injured his knee so bad he needed surgery. While he was in the hospital my husband bought a plasma TV for his bedroom since he had been so kind to us and did so much improvements to our home. We knew he was going to be laid up for some time. He usually did his own laundry but I decided to clean his room, do his laundry and have things nice for him when he came home. I ironed his shirts and was putting them in his closet when I knocked his hat rack off the wall. Its a long wooden strip that holds baseball caps that he always wears. I started to put it back when I saw there was a hole in the wall about the size and shape of an egg. I saw some light coming through it and when I bent over a bit and looked in it I could see directly into my master bathroom. It struck me right away that he has been peeping in at me ever since he fixed up the bathroom for us. For some reason I knew right away how he did it. There is an oval shaped peice of glass or mylar that he cut and put over the plug wear my hair dryer is. It just looks silver in color and I never questioned him why he put it there because it looks nice. Now I knew he could see through it from his closet wall. I was really upset about it and wasn't sure what to do or whether to tell my husband. He works 3 to 11pm and I did have plans to tell him when he got home but didn't want to tell him his granddad was a peeping tom. That entire evening I kept going back into the closet and looking into my bathroom. I could see into the shower and also see the toilet and the hair dryer plug is above the sink beside the medicine cabinet. All I could think about that night was all the things he watched me do and how he easily saw me naked every night. I usually shower after dinner every night and by that time he was always in his room doing something, and now I knew what. I'm normally still awake when my husband gets home from work but I didn't tell him about it, still not knowing how he would react to it. While at work the next day I couldn't get it out of my mind and was truly embarrassed about it. I kept thinking what a pervert he was for an old man and worst of all recalling everything he watched me do. Not just showering but also using the toilet or seeing me when I had my period. He was coming home from re-hab the following week and I spent days thinking about it and questioning myself as what to do, never mentioning it to my husband. I had known Howard ever since my husband and I began dating and always thought what a nice old man he was. I am still not sure what came over me but I started thinking about how lonely he must be and the fact that I excited him enough to do such a thing. He and his wife were married for 48 years and he still cried sometimes when we talked about her. As upset as I was that he was watching me in the bathroom I still felt sorry for him. Then I began to wonder if I aroused him or whether he still got erections and even masturbated while looking at me naked. The day he came home I still wasn't sure what to do. He was still on crutches and mostly confined to his bedroom. I prepared dinner for him after my husband went to work and thats when I planned to confront him about it. I didn't. He hugged and kissed me when he came in and I knew he was happy to get out of the rehabilatation clinic. He thanked my husband and I constantly for buying him the new TV. I sat with him while he ate dinner trying to find the right time to tell him I knew he was peeking in on me but never said anything about it. He was able to get up and go in his bathroom after awhile and when he came out he told me he wanted to go to sleeep. As I was leaving the room he looked at me and said I could go get my shower now and he would be ok. By the time I got to the kitchen I was laughing to myself about it. I realized how pathetic he was and for the first time in my life purposely showered knowing I was being watched as I did. I couldn't see him looking in at me but knew he was. I'm 24 years old and never did any such thing in my entire life. Here I was naked and intentionally letting my husbands granfather watch me. I knew it was entirely his doing but I did feel some guilt about it. As I undressed I think I was embarrassed but couldn't believe how slightly. By the time I got into the shower all embarrassment had gone and I think I actually got excited know he was watching me. I stood in front of the sink drying myself and realizing he was only a foot or more away from me. When I went back into my bedroom and knew he couldn't see me anymore I began to shake. It was apparent to me then that I liked the fact that he could see me nude. From that time to the present I have no inhabitions about him seeing me naked and in the shower. The one thing I don't like is for him to see me using the toilet. I use our powder room most of the time which is on the first floor. If I do use the toilet in my bathroom I always put a stack of towels on the sink covering the outlet just in case he is looking in. I used to turn away from where the peep hole is when I shaved my pubic hair but the last few months have let him see me doing that also. A few weeks ago after my shower I changed a tampon while standing at the sink. That was the first time I did it knowing he was watching me. I'm sure he has seen me do that before I found out about the hole in the wall. I can sort of sense when he is watching me and at times I take my shower earlier or later than usual. I'll just say to him that I'm going up to get a shower and by the time I get to my bedroom can hear him walking down the hall to his room. I'm not really sure if he watches me every night, but I assume he is. The thought of him being there arouses me and I sometimes masturbate, but never let him watch me do that. He gets around fine now and we have dinner together almost every night. If my husband knew of this he would have a coniption or heart attack.