He watched from high in the tree as the men knocked on her door. At first he thought they were visitors, but soon he could see they were not. And his telescope sure brought that badge right into focus. Cops. What were they doing with her? What had she done? Oh, hell. It was about Jeffery. Jeffery was the redranger. By now his little wife would surely be worried and looking for him. That was her meal ticket after all. Of course no one had seen him in Denver and he was supposed to be working there. So it was only natural to call and report him missing. Must be a pretty important guy for them to get right on it like that.
“Oh, yes officers here is his computer. Why no he would never fool around on me. Look at this, I ask you , would you leave this home in bed and chase some little trollop around? Meg? Meg who? Jeffery never knew any Meg. Why she must be one of the workers on that silly football thing he was hired to consult about. Well, I do not care about all that silliness! Jeffery was devoted to me, now just go find him. I don’t need to read that trash!”
He knew when they went into the house that they were headed for the computer. Well, they would find no trace of him there. Nor anywhere in her house. He was too good for that. He was like a ghost. He could walk in and out and no one ever seen him. Like last night. Oh glory! He smiled at the memory of last night. The moon was starting to wane so he had made his way down the mountain. Across her back yard to her kitchen window. He could see her setting at the table working a crossword puzzle. He knew she would stay there until it was finished and he knew the dogs would stay with her. The radio was playing some old country station. He could hear it clear
out there.
He had moved swiftly to the side patio and pulled his special grappling hooks out of his back pack. Fitting them carefully into notches he had made several months ago he pulled himself to the patio roof. Reaching out he caught the railing of the upstairs patio and swung himself onto the floor. Not a sound. A ghost. He took the slender piece of steel from his pocket and jimmied the door. He moved quickly to the bathroom and found what he was after hanging behind the door. His rough hands removed the silky nightgown from the hook and he buried his face in the folds and breathed deeply. Oh, the bliss of her womanly scent. Not really perfume but a smell that wrenched at his heart. He shoved the gown into the plastic bag he had brought for that very purpose. He did not want her smell mixed with any other smell. This was his euphoria!
He slid the patio curtain to one side and then the other one the same; just an inch or so. He exited onto the patio, locking the door behind himself. He slid the garden bench forward just enough so he could fit behind it if need be. And then he set down to wait. Soon he was rewarded as he saw the kitchen light go out and the hall light upstairs shine brightly.
The dogs ran into the bedroom first and sat by their crates to wait. Meg went into the bathroom to prepare for bed and very soon emerged with a puzzled look on her face. She lifted the pillow and then opened the drawer and drew out another nightgown. Glancing once more at the bed she returned to the bathroom. Soon she came back out wearing the peach nightgown that he loved so well. It struck her at mid calf and clung to her as she moved. She gave the dogs their treats and closed their doors. She flipped on her bedside light and piled pillows for her back.
As she settled in her bed she picked up her book from the bedside table. But her eyes strayed to the patio doors. She noticed the curtains were open, but did not seem concerned. Did she know he was there? She seemed to be looking right at him. He stared back at her. Then she stretched her leg and raised her arms above her head. She was tempting him! She knew he was there and she was wanting him to come inside. Well, he wasn’t ready for that just yet! Oh, she would beg him some day and when that day came, he knew he would not be able to resist her feminine wiles. First she must stop behaving like a slut. All that stretching and showing her breasts outlined by the sensuous peach colored gown. Theirs must be a union of purity. She must keep her green eyes open. He must be able to see the green or were they blue? They must not be black. No! No black eyes would he look into again, ever!
He watched as she drew her knees up and closely eyed her toe nails. They were not polished. He was glad to see that. But with her setting there like that he noticed her legs gaping apart. He thought he could see, what? What? It did not look like she was wearing under wear! By God she wasn’t! Why that Jezebel was naked under that night gown! She was naked and him not 20 feet away! But he would forgive her this once. She did not know he was there, but he knew she was there. As he watched, she reached up and turned out the lamp, the book forgotten at her side. She was going to sleep. As he looked at the dark window he gently pulled the night gown from the bag and pressed it to his face. They were going to sleep now. As his eyes grew heavy he felt a small fire flicker in his loins. They were one.
Hours later when he awoke with a stiff neck, he put the night gown back into the bag and slowly and quietly climbed down the same way he had climbed up. And like the ghost that he was he silently crept across the field and up the mountain, unseen by anyone or anything, except a shadow on the edge of the clearing.
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