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Rapfan pt 1
Rapfan pt 1
I Park the car round the corner than walk along the tree lined street chacking the numbers as I go, 54, 56, 58. yours must be next. Walking past and checking out the upstairs window. The curtains are drawn but clearly visible, leaning against the glass, is a copy of The Oxford English dictionary, your signal to Me that the coast is clear.
Checking My watch, exactly 2 minutes to 11am.
Turning and passing the house again. This time walking up the path and, pulse already racing, turning and going round the side and clicking open the back gate. It is not locked, as we agreed. Then round the back to the kitchen door. Quietly opening it and slipping in. Pulling a balaclava from My pocket and putting it on.
From upstairs I can hear the sound of the shower going. Knowing you will be in there, tingling with excitement, wondering if I will come.
Moving slowly up the stairs and silently easing past the bathroom door and, checking the doors, finding your bedroom. Moving there not into the shower as you expected.
Time goes on, I wonder how long you will wait in the shower for Me before giving up and deciding I'm not coming, just another blow out thats all words and no action.
I look round the room looking for what "toys" there might be there to use once I've caught you. I see your clothes laid out beside the bed. Plain smart clothes, not the sort that would give away the exciting heart burning underneath.
10 minutes go by, 15. you sure are giving Me a chance. Finally the shower stops. You should be clean by now I laugh to myself.
Keeping extra quiet now knowing you might hear Me.My face growing warm from the heated breath inside the balaclava.
Listening as you move round, the heavy stomping showing your annoyance and frustration. Then the bathroom door opens and you bowl into the bedroom wrapped in a towel grumping as you move towards the pile of clothes.
You don't notice Me until I speak.