Chapter 1

 

 

 

      As the morning sun crept across Angie’s face, her eyes fluttered open. Was it time to get up already? She struggled to kick the comforter off her legs before swinging them over the side of the bed so she could sit up. After a deep sigh, she did her best to push her hair out of her eyes. While gathering the motivation to get off the bed, she noticed a strap on her white tank top had slipped off her shoulder, so she slid it back into place and stood. Reaching over her head, she felt her muscles loosen.

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      After shuffling into the guest bathroom, Angie shed the few clothes she slept in and stepped into the shower. Within seconds, the water was scalding hot, just the way she liked it. There was nothing she had to do today, so she took her time soaking in the spray.

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      Twenty minutes later, Angie left the bathroom with a soft, white, fluffy towel tucked under her arms and one around her head, holding her wet hair up. Her bare feet barely interrupted the silence as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

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      Halfway there, she lingered to gaze at photos of her sister Samantha and brother-in-law Flint hanging on the wall. They were the picture perfect couple. Angie’s sister was beautiful enough to be with someone as absurdly good-looking as Flint, but Samantha had always been so arrogant that it was mind-boggling that a man as good and nice as Flint would marry her.

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      Perhaps Samantha had changed. Ever since her older sister had left home for college, they had not spent much time together. Weekends here and there, holidays and an occasional family vacation, but even then, they were not much closer than two acquaintances in the same room. Maybe her sister had grown up and learned to care about somebody other than herself.

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      Angie tightened the towel under her arms to keep it from falling and continued on. Once she reached the kitchen, she took a glass from the cabinet and a plastic jug of orange juice from the stainless-steel refrigerator and poured herself a glass. She took a drink, set the glass down and returned the jug to the fridge.

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      Perhaps she would drive to Muskingum College and learn how her friend Julie passed time between classes. Her sister and brother-in-law had gone to a local nature preserve to bike and hike and were not expected back until the afternoon.

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      She headed back down the hall towards the guest bedroom and her clothes. As she walked past the main bedroom, she heard the rustle of fabric and turned her head in time to catch a glimpse of a large man in black emerging from the main bedroom.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

      When Angie Tram walked down the hallway and passed the main bedroom, she was no more than a foot away. Watching the victim where she was relaxed and felt safe only added to the high he experienced. He was in complete control. This young girl was his for the taking, and she did not even know she was in danger. Hiding inside the main bedroom allowed him to watch her around the edge of the door that was slightly open. He had been in the house for nearly forty minutes before she climbed out of bed. The spare key he had taken from the dog box in the backyard had enabled him to enter through the back door.

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      Every move she made that morning was part of the foreplay between the two of them. He had enjoyed each moment from the time she climbed out of bed in a skimpy pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top. Seeing her tank top rise enough to expose a sliver of her belly and a surprise belly button ring when she stretched her arms over her head was a nice appetizer.

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      The glimpse of the white gold butterfly ring on her flat tan tummy was almost more than he could withstand. His arousal started upon seeing it. Then, before he knew it, she was swaying her way into the bathroom while the threads of those skimpy boxers stretched to the edge of snapping against her firm backside. My God, he might have to take her twice.

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      Once inside the bathroom, she closed the door but neglected to lock it. When he heard the water running, he opened the door enough to watch her silhouette through the shower curtain. He could imagine the water streaming down her bare body and slippery skin. When she turned the water off, he quietly closed the door and retreated to the bedroom where he had hidden before.

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      A few minutes passed before she left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. She was wearing nothing more than a bleach white towel wrapped around her body and tucked under her armpits. The soft fabric hardly covered her blossoming bosom and fell a little past what he imagined to be the most delicious part of her body.

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      A citrus scent drifted through the open door to him. The aroma must have come from a lotion she had applied to her body. He could not wait to find out if it tasted as good as it smelled. The refrigerator door shut, and he saw she was pouring herself a glass of orange juice. 

      At any moment since he snuck into the house, he could have had her. However, watching and waiting was better. Knowing he had all the power and could choose the moment when he took her was intoxicating. 

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      The anticipation of what was coming heightened his senses. The slight hum of the air conditioner, the dust motes floating as the sun shone through windows. The way the few pieces of her hair had fallen loose from the towel around her head and were trailing down her neck swayed when she walked. Everything had become part of the experience, and he would remember every detail. He could not wait much longer. 

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      With a bump of her bottom, the door to the refrigerator snapped shut, and she headed back in his direction. He pressed his back flat against the bedroom wall. When she passed, he would make his move. Suddenly, the floor creaked outside the door, and he heard the soft patter of her bare feet on the hardwood floor. 

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      It was time.