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Plans to finish in the distant future. I was tired of writing about love and wanted to do something darker.

The storm clouds thundered as she walked to her car. It hadn’t started raining yet but it was inevitable. Eric smiled to himself as he watched her. Tonight was the perfect night, not just because his urges had become insatiable lately, but the rain would wash away evidence of his plans. Cleansing him of guilt as it had in the past on those nights when he had to take what was his. Nights that were becoming harder to control and more frequent.

His groin reacted as he recalled the last time he had bore witness to the most private of times. Her shirt being pulled above her head, skin glowing in the softly lit room with only a bedside light casting shadows over every curve of her being. And then the bra was unhooked, falling to the floor, exposing her sun kissed breasts. He clenched his jaw in a growl, images got him going, but it wasn’t enough anymore, he wanted to see it again. Her dark nipples puckering from the fresh air as if the brassiere had smothered them all day, her looking over herself before slipping into the tub already filled with warm water, letting it envelope her. He needed to see it again.

She absently rummaged through her purse for her keys, standing in the humid summer air. Eric watched. Her auburn hair cascading around her oval face, the curls bouncing as the wind gently ran over her, bringing her scent to him. Vanilla. She always smelled like vanillas, sometimes with a hint of berries. Eric had been close to her on more than one occasion, drinking her up with his eyes to see every perfection without peering from a distance. She shifted her hips, her thin, toned legs changing positions, the left going straight and the right knee bending causing her pert rear to bring attention to the hem of her short skirt. Like a banner ruffling in the wind, it called to him, inviting Eric to see what laid underneath the thin fabric. An exasperated sign came from her soft pink lips, her bright white teeth gently tugging on her bottom lip as she was coming to the realization she didn’t have her keys.

Eric knew she didn’t have them, earlier he had snatched them at the coffee shop she often visited for lunch. She had set them on the counter while ordering, seeming to have forgotten them while chatting with the fare-skinned red head she was constantly gabbing with. How he wanted to hear that voice in the throes of passion, speaking his name, eyes on him. It was his chance, he thought to himself, cupping the keys and heading out the door. He would wait for her to leave work that night, always a late worker and often the last one out, and when all hope seemed lost, he’d swoop in at his opportunity. The time was now to act, she turned, glancing around, leaning that round rump against her BMW. She was stranded. The building was long ago locked up, and once you left you couldn’t get back in. He could see her mentally going over where her keys could be.

Eric casually walked out from the ally towards his car, conveniently parked a few spaces behind hers. He tried his damnedest to not stare, as if he was just leaving his work day as well, adjusting his glasses he focused on his vehicle, allowing a glance and an awkward smile her way. She watched him, poised as if waiting to say something until he was closer. Keys out of his pocket her turned the lock on his car door, and then she spoke.

“Hey, Derrick, right?” She said as she took a few steps towards him.

“A-actually, it’s Eric.” He was never good with speaking to women. Long ago his mother had instilled a fear of saying too many words to the opposite sex. Every stutter was a pop on the mouth, usually bringing tears to his eyes when he was younger at the hurt she inflicted on him. Later they were forced tears, mostly of anger, but also to play his mothers emotions so that she would coddle him as he learned she would always do when he cried. She would take him into her arms, pressing her bosom against him, stroking his hair at the guilt of striking her child. Lavishing him with soft kisses that quickly became inappropriate soon falling on his lips as she caressed other areas of his body. Making him into a man at an age before he understood what love and sex was.

“Yeah, that’s right. Eric. I was close.” She flashed a bright smile, her charms unable to deter him from the thoughts in his head. “Say, I know you live near Sheldon and Cypress, I’m only a few blocks away and I must have left my keys inside. Would you let me catch a ride with you, if you don’t have other plans?” She was already strutting towards him, pouting a lip as if she had to convince him to allow her inside.

“W-what about your h-house? Wo-won’t it be locked?” Eric silently cursed at himself for stumbling over his words. Although women seemed to find it “cute” as they had put it in the past, he knew it was a reason for their constant laughter in his direction.

“Oh, I have a spare hidden there. Just can’t get in the car at the moment.” Her eyes went up to the sky. “And it’s going to rain, I don’t want to be here too long.” Back to him, those hazel eyes, green for the most part, with honey brown dancing in the irises, a stark grey halo around the pupils, begging him to take her.

He looked away feeling his excitement surge through him. ‘Calm and steady. Soon enough.’ He repeated to himself in his dark mind. She must have thought this was reluctance because she now pushed her rear against the hood of his car, crossing her legs and caressing a hand against the clean, polished metal.

“I’ll invite you in for a beer as a thank you. You do drink, don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He lied. Eric didn’t drink. He despised the taste of beer, and had learned to hate the smell of it on his mother’s breath. He could taste it in her mouth.

“Good!” She exclaimed, shuffling to the passenger side, her heels clicking on the pavement.

‘Good.’ He thought to himself, opening his door and popping the lock for her side. ‘Very good.’