When shifting POVs, one good trick is to use ***. For example.
Jennifer's heart was in her mouth. She couldn't believe he has said that, actually told her that she would need to drop her panties. A glance at the front door confirmed that it was locked, so no one would interrupt them. She knew that the houses in this development were environmentally sealed, mostly for climate control, but all that insulation all kept sounds inside. She remembered all the times there had been music blaring in this house, and Jennifer hadn't heard a peep until the front door opened. The locked front door. Jennifer knew that it didn't need a key, that she could run to the door, unlock it, and flee, and that he wouldn't even try to stop her if she did. But if she did that... Jennifer didn't make a conscious decision, but suddenly words were spilling from her mouth. "But I'm wearing shorts." Jennifer said, pointing out something that only a blind man could miss. "Not a skirt." "Then they'd have to come down too." Jennifer swallowed hard, then started to undo the front of her shorts. *** Robert put down his drink, the third of the day, missing the coaster as he did. If it hadn't been the third drink of the day then he wouldn't have have bothered responding when his niece's friend teased him. It had been three years since he spanked his niece, and he had no idea how Jennifer had heard about that event and wanted to tease him while he house sat. Three years? No, it had to be more. Robert wasn't sure just how long ago it had been, but no one had batted an eye over the bare bottom spanking he had given her. The girl was now in university, so it had be longer ago, because people would have batted an eye if he had spanked a high school student's bottom, bared or not. Maybe it was five or six... Robert tried to do the mental math as he watched Jennifer undo her shorts and, after a long pause, pull them to her knees. He could tell that she wasn't drawing things out to tease, that she was still deciding if she was going to allow him to show her what a real spanking felt like. Robert knew if that happen it would be a mistake, but he couldn't find the words to tell the college girl that he had been joking. Part of him hoped that Jennifer would call off this game, but most of him was praying that she wouldn't.
There. We have a switch in the POV, and because of the *** it is plain that the text has undergone a change. |