Him
He parked the Jeep Cherokee close to the cabin door. He thought briefly what a beautiful afternoon it was and then grabbed his Laptop and the sack and hurried inside. Setting his load on the table he hurried into the kitchen. He opened the small door beside the door that led to the root cellar and peered inside. It was dark and very quiet. He took the flash light off the shelf and pushed the button to turn it on. Light flooded the tunnel and he moved quickly forward. He had been in town for almost the whole week and a lot can change in a few days. He must see. The fruit loop who dug this for him had done a great job and he reached the forest very quickly. He pushed sideways on the lid that covered the opening and it slid away easily. He stepped up the two steps into the clearing. Leaving the opening he hurried forward to his tree. Three steps up and one over and he was in his place.
He reached high in the branches and caught hold of the telescope that he stored there. He put it to his eye, turned a knob and gazed at the small farm below. Meg was just coming out of the walk in refrigerator. She had gathered the eggs for the day. Oh, the joy of good luck. He watched her lithe frame as she walked to the house. She had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his. All his. He loved to watch her when she did not know he was there. Something erotic about the act and he vaguely wondered if it would be the same when she was in his arms. A country song came to mind “Who Are You When I’m Not Lookin?” “My oh, my you’re so good lookin’. Held together like a pair of book ends. Something something.” Some idiot singer. He tittered to himself. Soon.
When she went into the house he surveyed the work that had been done there while he was gone. Looked very secure. Looks were deceiving. There was not a lock or a bar that would keep him from her world. He would simply have her invite him in. Yes, that was best. Just how to make it happen may prove a challenge at first, but not an insurmountable one that was for sure. “Where there is a will there is a way.” he thought to himself as he felt the key that dangled from a string around his neck. If worst came to worst, he would just unlock the door and walk inside.
He replaced the telescope in the niche in the back of the tree trunk and hurried down the self made ladder to the ground. He noticed the ground was getting a little trampled at the base of the tree. He found a few loose branches and tossed them there. Looked a lot better. He hurried to his tunnel, stepped inside and twisted the cover in place. Soon he stepped out into his kitchen. Home. Yes, Home Sweet Home.
He parked the Jeep Cherokee close to the cabin door. He thought briefly what a beautiful afternoon it was and then grabbed his Laptop and the sack and hurried inside. Setting his load on the table he hurried into the kitchen. He opened the small door beside the door that led to the root cellar and peered inside. It was dark and very quiet. He took the flash light off the shelf and pushed the button to turn it on. Light flooded the tunnel and he moved quickly forward. He had been in town for almost the whole week and a lot can change in a few days. He must see. The fruit loop who dug this for him had done a great job and he reached the forest very quickly. He pushed sideways on the lid that covered the opening and it slid away easily. He stepped up the two steps into the clearing. Leaving the opening he hurried forward to his tree. Three steps up and one over and he was in his place.
He reached high in the branches and caught hold of the telescope that he stored there. He put it to his eye, turned a knob and gazed at the small farm below. Meg was just coming out of the walk in refrigerator. She had gathered the eggs for the day. Oh, the joy of good luck. He watched her lithe frame as she walked to the house. She had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his. All his. He loved to watch her when she did not know he was there. Something erotic about the act and he vaguely wondered if it would be the same when she was in his arms. A country song came to mind “Who Are You When I’m Not Lookin?” “My oh, my you’re so good lookin’. Held together like a pair of book ends. Something something.” Some idiot singer. He tittered to himself. Soon.
When she went into the house he surveyed the work that had been done there while he was gone. Looked very secure. Looks were deceiving. There was not a lock or a bar that would keep him from her world. He would simply have her invite him in. Yes, that was best. Just how to make it happen may prove a challenge at first, but not an insurmountable one that was for sure. “Where there is a will there is a way.” he thought to himself as he felt the key that dangled from a string around his neck. If worst came to worst, he would just unlock the door and walk inside.
He replaced the telescope in the niche in the back of the tree trunk and hurried down the self made ladder to the ground. He noticed the ground was getting a little trampled at the base of the tree. He found a few loose branches and tossed them there. Looked a lot better. He hurried to his tunnel, stepped inside and twisted the cover in place. Soon he stepped out into his kitchen. Home. Yes, Home Sweet Home.
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