Tuesday, July 21, 2015

excerpt from prologue to mystery novel:

The intruder was in the foyer but could see the babysitter sitting on the sofa with her back to him. Most of the lights were out, save the dull one in the kitchen over the sink. Her face was glued to some movie on the tv. The child must be upstairs asleep by now. But he was prepared for anything. In his gloved left hand was a large kitchen knife he had grabbed on his way in from the laundry room. His spun the handle in his grip a few times to try to calm himself down. Getting in had been a cinch. It was a small miracle considering he didn't really have a plan for breaking in, although he had scoped the house for a few weeks. No dogs, poor street lighting and every Friday night the couple left the house with a dumpy looking babysitter, though she did have huge tits.
The latch on a side window had been unlocked, so all he had to do was pull out the screen, and pull himself through. “Easy peasy", he whispered to himself. Once inside the dark laundry room, smelling vaguely of fabric softener and cat pee, he was immediately worried that the babysitter could hear his labored breathing, and then his own heart beating, but he soon realized this fear was ridiculous. He had finally done it. He’d broken into a home with the occupants still inside. Up till now every house he’d been inside without permission had been empty. But the kick had worn off on that fairly quickly. He never stole anything, he just snooped around, enjoyed the time inside as long as he dared (longer and longer each time), and then slunk home to his parent’s house, either walking along the train tracks or on his bike if the trek was longer. This was his birthday present to himself tonight though. He had just turned seventeen. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy... here we go.

Earlier that evening Cindy Ballard arrived at the Lawrence’s to watch their daughter while they went on a date. The Lawrence’s had been married for ten years but they still ogled over each other and went on regular ‘date nights’ once a week, giggling and grabbing ass like stupid college sweethearts, playing bogus courting games. Cindy was a little embarrassed by these people but they payed well and the child, Mildred, was a quiet kid and gave her no trouble. And who was she to judge? Her parents had fought constantly, and got divorced when she was ten. Her mother was a miserable bitch and her father dead from liver disease. The Lawrence's were alright people, better than most. She could kick back on their leather sofa, drink a beer or two and watch cable tv. Listen to their vinyl collection. Sometimes she’d leave MTV on in the background and spend the whole evening chatting with her friend Sarah on the Lawrence’s fancy cordless phone. But tonight, after Mildred went to sleep, she wanted to try on some of Stephanie’s night gowns. She’d done it once before babysitting for another woman, but she hadn’t dared it again. She was both exhilarated and ashamed from doing it the first time. But several months had past, and nothing ever came of it, so the desire had crept back in. She’d decided to do it again. She was twenty-two and ‘a raving pervert’, she told her friend Sarah, the only other living soul who knew about her funny little kink. Sarah had said only, 'Well, I don’t see the harm. Just ask me though if you want to try on anything of mine.” And they both had laughed at that.
Just before leaving, Stephanie reached into her purse and snatch a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Cindy. “We’ll be a bit late tonight.. hope that’s okay. Here’s a little extra.” Cindy was stunned, but snatched the fifty like a little kid snatching a lollipop. “Not a problem, Mrs. Lawrence, and, thanks!” Stephanie patted her on the shoulder, smiled in a weird way, looked her up and down and turned toward the front door. Her husband was standing there in a faux-gallant pose, holding the door open for his lady. “After you, my dear.” Stephanie,eyes sparkling with goofy wit, looked over at Cindy and said, "Manners will get you everywhere." Cindy cringed a little inside, but remembered that lurid smile from Stephanie and felt a warmth grow in her crotch. Cindy had fantasized about being seduced by both Lawrences but nothing up to this point had ever given her reason to think anything was truly possible beyond that. Then she thought again about the woman’s lingerie collection, which she had noticed before was quite extensive. Tonight maybe she’d search a bit more and see what other secrets turned up. "

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