“Listen to the lyrics, babe, they’re beautiful. It’s Dexy’s Midnight Runners”
“ Come on, Eileen, I swear (well he means) at this moment, you mean everything . With you in that dress, my thoughts, I confess, verge on dirty. Ah come on, Eileen .“
The rest is “too rye oo rye aye”.
17. Close Encounter
“I’ve always liked the dark, so that isn’t what’s creeping me out. It’s something else.”
“You’ve got an over-active imagination. Go back to sleep.”
“There’s someone outside, I tell you. Someone or something. I can hear the gravel crunching.”
Dave groaned and hauled his bulky frame out of bed and over to the window.
“There’s nothing there. You’ve been reading too much horror again.”
June bit her lip as she realised that was all the support she was going to get. Within a couple of minutes, Dave was sleeping soundly when the sounds came again. She slipped into her robe and crossed the room, taking care to observe the garden from behind the curtain.
She couldn’t see anything at first, but then the security light was activated and the figure on the path came into view. He was looking up and she instinctively pulled away from the window. The figure was motionless now.
“If you won’t investigate – I’ll do it myself,” she muttered to her sleeping spouse, as she headed for the stairs.
Armed with the bread knife, she left the house by the side door, intending to challenge the intruder by surprise, but he was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she’d imagined it after all?
“Jeez! You’re beautiful. I knew you would be.”
June spun towards the whisperer’s voice, but she still couldn’t see him.
“Where are you, you pervert? Come out where I can see you?”
“Throw the knife away, then. You can’t expect me to show myself while you’re intending to kill me.”
She could hear the amusement in his voice.
“You can’t expect me to throw the knife away when I don’t know who you are or what you want , ” s he retorted.
“Ah, good point. But you do know me and you know what I want. You just didn’t believe I was coming to get it, did you?”
Her head was pulled backwards as a hand went over her mouth and another took the knife from her and threw it across the lawn.
“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and let me explain.”
The advice didn’t stop her from struggling to escape until she lost her balance and fell onto the lawn bringing her assailant down on top of her.
“Stop it, Angel!”
Now she stopped, stunned. He’d called her Angel. She knew him.
He moved his hand from her mouth and eased up onto his knees. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him for the first time, not bothering to rearrange the robe which had fallen open.
“You bastard!” She laughed. “How did you find me?” Her fingers were already working at his belt as he explained how he’d tracked her down using the ‘electronic footprints’ she’d left on his website.
“I wanted to meet you in the ... er … flesh.” He looked approvingly at her naked body and stroked her breasts.
She unfastened his jeans and sighed her approval.
“Oh, my word! I’m so pleased to meet you too.” She pulled him towards her and gasped as she felt the power of his thrusting. His lips found hers and the kiss was deep and long, not ending until they climaxed together and became aware that dawn was breaking. He adjusted his clothing and left.
Back in the bedroom, Dave was still snoring. June picked up her BlackBerry and logged ont o her Facebook Profile. In the ‘Notes’ section she accessed the draft file that contained her Bucket list.
Item 1 was a name. HIS name, with no explanation. She smiled as she edited the line adding *MISSION ACCOMPLISHED* and the date. Then she messaged Alice.
* Item 1 – completed. He came to ME! LOL!*
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, the ‘ping’ of Alice’s reply woke her.
“Dream on! You have an over-active