Him
He stood with his back to the closed door and felt the sweat pour down from his head and arm pits. He was not ready for this! Why had she come up here? Why was she in his yard? This was his home and she had found him. She appeared so innocent, but he knew better! Never knew this house was here? Who was she trying to fool? This house had been here for years. Years! She was snooping around and he had caught her. Did she know about his tunnel? Did she know about his tree? Did she know he watched her? Maybe she was watching him watching her! Women! Nothing but treacherous bitches, every one of them. Even that stupid Jennifer. Always making coffee and tidying things. Damn feather duster. What was it with the cleaning all the time. Her job was to run the office, not get in his way.
He peered out the window and could not see any sign of the woman. She must be gone. She had to be gone. Of course she was gone. She was probably down there right now on her farm gathering her eggs. Damn chickens never stopped, did they. Course not, they were females. Females never stop what ever they start doing. They would keep laying eggs and Meg Paker would keep gathering them. Jennifer would keep dusting and putting her pointed little nose into his business. Maybe he should do something about her before he did something with Meg Paker. When he made his move on Meg it would take time away from the office. Jennifer would be suspicious. She might come up here. No, she did not know where he lived. She knew about his apartment in Denver. She knew about the apartment on Williams, but not about the cabin here in the mountains. She knew he went some where out of town, but not where. Nosey bitch could probably figure it out. Get with the accountant and see where he paid taxes. He shook his head violently. This was sheer paranoia and he had more important things to concern himself with than that right now!
It was now next week and redranger was on the horizon and headed toward Denver and Meg and the rendezvous that was scheduled and he had to figure out how to stop that from happening. Get his ducks in a row. First, check her email and see what the plan was. It took so long for the computer to boot up that he decided to make an exception and have a drink in the middle of the day. A splash of soda and a splash of Scotch. Well, two splashes of Scotch. That was better. He settled at the computer, pulled up her yahoo account. It had been rather quiet the last few days. No sales at all. A few feedbacks and finally he saw the redranger. “meg. I will be leaving Brattleboro, Vermont on Wednesday morning and arriving at Stapleton early afternoon. John is having a car meet me so I am good for Wednesday until Thursday. I would like to meet with you on Thursday and we can spend the whole day together. I am at the Sheraton and they have a lovely dining room there. Let me know and we will firm all this up on Tuesday.”
He hit the “print” button and then the “keep as new button” It was one thing to hack into her account but she was a smart woman. Smart and alert. She would connect the dots and know something was wrong if he started leaving things laying around or not laying around. Nothing else that was of any interest to him. But he left the screen up in case she showed any action. He put a CD in the player and kicked back in his recliner.
His mind toyed with what to do with the redranger. Eldon. That was a silly name. He wondered if it was his real name. Some how he doubted that it was. He had been around and he knew what this online stuff was. Guy probably did not even have a job. Just coming to Denver to play around and Meg was his target. A little weasel that hid in the shadows and played pretend games because he was afraid of reality. Acted like something he was not. He would do God only knows what to Meg and then go back to where ever he came from and never even think about her again. Well, not while there was life in his body! No siree! He would save her. He would protect her. A shimmer of an idea began to form in his mind. Yes, he knew what to do. Eldon would arrive in Denver on Wednesday. Today was Monday. He would be ready. Of course he would be ready. Wasn’t that what he had learned in Viet Nam, to always be ready?
He smiled as he drained his glass and the hot liquor found the warm place right beside his heart. The heart that suddenly longed for Meg Paker. He sighed sadly thinking of all the things he had done and would continue to do for her. He was sad that she could never know the real depth of his commitment to her. It would frighten her, he knew. His eyelids grew heavy and he chortled because he knew he was going to sleep right there in the chair. And fully clothed as he thought of Meg Paker standing in his yard, he touched himself and blushed at the pleasure it brought him.
Then his mind went blank with sleep.
He stood with his back to the closed door and felt the sweat pour down from his head and arm pits. He was not ready for this! Why had she come up here? Why was she in his yard? This was his home and she had found him. She appeared so innocent, but he knew better! Never knew this house was here? Who was she trying to fool? This house had been here for years. Years! She was snooping around and he had caught her. Did she know about his tunnel? Did she know about his tree? Did she know he watched her? Maybe she was watching him watching her! Women! Nothing but treacherous bitches, every one of them. Even that stupid Jennifer. Always making coffee and tidying things. Damn feather duster. What was it with the cleaning all the time. Her job was to run the office, not get in his way.
He peered out the window and could not see any sign of the woman. She must be gone. She had to be gone. Of course she was gone. She was probably down there right now on her farm gathering her eggs. Damn chickens never stopped, did they. Course not, they were females. Females never stop what ever they start doing. They would keep laying eggs and Meg Paker would keep gathering them. Jennifer would keep dusting and putting her pointed little nose into his business. Maybe he should do something about her before he did something with Meg Paker. When he made his move on Meg it would take time away from the office. Jennifer would be suspicious. She might come up here. No, she did not know where he lived. She knew about his apartment in Denver. She knew about the apartment on Williams, but not about the cabin here in the mountains. She knew he went some where out of town, but not where. Nosey bitch could probably figure it out. Get with the accountant and see where he paid taxes. He shook his head violently. This was sheer paranoia and he had more important things to concern himself with than that right now!
It was now next week and redranger was on the horizon and headed toward Denver and Meg and the rendezvous that was scheduled and he had to figure out how to stop that from happening. Get his ducks in a row. First, check her email and see what the plan was. It took so long for the computer to boot up that he decided to make an exception and have a drink in the middle of the day. A splash of soda and a splash of Scotch. Well, two splashes of Scotch. That was better. He settled at the computer, pulled up her yahoo account. It had been rather quiet the last few days. No sales at all. A few feedbacks and finally he saw the redranger. “meg. I will be leaving Brattleboro, Vermont on Wednesday morning and arriving at Stapleton early afternoon. John is having a car meet me so I am good for Wednesday until Thursday. I would like to meet with you on Thursday and we can spend the whole day together. I am at the Sheraton and they have a lovely dining room there. Let me know and we will firm all this up on Tuesday.”
He hit the “print” button and then the “keep as new button” It was one thing to hack into her account but she was a smart woman. Smart and alert. She would connect the dots and know something was wrong if he started leaving things laying around or not laying around. Nothing else that was of any interest to him. But he left the screen up in case she showed any action. He put a CD in the player and kicked back in his recliner.
His mind toyed with what to do with the redranger. Eldon. That was a silly name. He wondered if it was his real name. Some how he doubted that it was. He had been around and he knew what this online stuff was. Guy probably did not even have a job. Just coming to Denver to play around and Meg was his target. A little weasel that hid in the shadows and played pretend games because he was afraid of reality. Acted like something he was not. He would do God only knows what to Meg and then go back to where ever he came from and never even think about her again. Well, not while there was life in his body! No siree! He would save her. He would protect her. A shimmer of an idea began to form in his mind. Yes, he knew what to do. Eldon would arrive in Denver on Wednesday. Today was Monday. He would be ready. Of course he would be ready. Wasn’t that what he had learned in Viet Nam, to always be ready?
He smiled as he drained his glass and the hot liquor found the warm place right beside his heart. The heart that suddenly longed for Meg Paker. He sighed sadly thinking of all the things he had done and would continue to do for her. He was sad that she could never know the real depth of his commitment to her. It would frighten her, he knew. His eyelids grew heavy and he chortled because he knew he was going to sleep right there in the chair. And fully clothed as he thought of Meg Paker standing in his yard, he touched himself and blushed at the pleasure it brought him.
Then his mind went blank with sleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment