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CHAPTER SEVEN
Stephen Jordan
It took me a good few days to forget about the unnerving intruder's visit but eventually I began to relax. For a while I was a bit paranoid and kept checking to make sure the guy wasn't following me anywhere. I wasn't going to change my habits just because of one sick weirdo. From then on, I made sure that I closed all the windows and blinds at night, especially the ones in the kitchen.
It's Friday night and tomorrow I have the day off! I get home a bit earlier because Samantha said she would close up. She often does this for me so I can have some extra time to spare and can spend longer time at the church youth meeting, which I really enjoy. When it comes to things like that, she's very nice.
Mike supervises on Saturdays, which allows me to get some rest before what's normally a busy Sunday. He said that he was better at dealing with the couples and youngsters and that I was more patient and better suited to attend to the families that came in on Sundays.
But tonight, I decide to skip the youth meeting and vegetate at home. I think a nice hamburger and a movie on TV will suit me just fine.
I grab a burger and fries at the nearest take-out joint, plonk myself down on the couch and start watching a movie with Matt Damon in it. He plays a spy, I think, but I'm struggling to concentrate. I'm missing my family a lot. By this time, every Friday night, we'd already be having dinner together... The whole family would be sitting around the table, joking and arguing about the week's events and current politics. I sigh deeply.
Around 10 p.m., I wake up with a start, stretch and put the dirty dishes in the sink. I drag myself to bed and try to ignore my hard-on. It's tempting to reach down and stroke myself, but my seed should not be spilled for any reason other than making a baby, within the sanctity of a loving marriage. That's what my parents taught me.
A boner can be so annoying! After adjusting it a few times, I relax, silently praying, giving thanks for all my blessings. Eventually I manage to fall asleep.
In my dream, I'm on a beach somewhere with an azure-blue sky above me. I'm flat on my back. At first the light is strangely dim but then suddenly it brightens all around me. There are no clouds and everything is clear and beautiful. To my right, I can hear the sea swooshing and gently crashing over the rocks. I close my eyes and enjoy the cool breeze caressing my body and hardening my nipples. My penis is erect again. The damn thing is a nuisance but the pulsating stiffness is tingled by the nice, cool breeze.
Something starts stroking my penis slowly and deliciously. It warms me...all the way from my groin to my spine and my hole starts to tingle. I begin to breathe heavily. This is just a fantasy within a dream and this knowledge is a comfort that I'm not doing anything sinful.
I'm tempted to open my eyes and see how magnificent my 9-inch boner silhouettes' proudly against the horizon line of palm trees in the background, but I don't. The breeze has become much warmer. The sun is hot and I bask in the added pleasure it gives me. I hope the sun won't burn me. Please don't let this amazing dream turn into some gruesome nightmare...
Suddenly my penis is engulfed by a moist, hot bubble. Something strange inside that bubble traces the helmet inside my foreskin and softly pushes the skin down to gain more access. It's now curling itself around the bottom of my ridge and it feels incredible! Where have I felt this before...? I moan in ecstasy.
It hits me.
This is what it felt like when Will sucked me off, only better. I panic and don't want to look up to see if it's Will I'm dreaming of. It can't be, he's miles away, out of sight and out of mind. There has to be something or someone in my dream doing this to me, triggering these sensations and terrible desires.
Torn between wanting desperately to know who is blowing me and not wanting my suspicions and fears confirmed I carefully raise my head and open my eyes.
In an instant, the beach, palms, sky, and sea all disappear and I'm in my room, on my bed, with the covers off me. The guy from the street is sucking on my boner. Dear Lord, this is not a dream! He's moaning softly as if he's trying to extract the life force out of me. My bedroom window that overlooks the street is open wide! He must've switched on the light because I can see him as clear as daylight.
I grab his hair with both my hands and jerk his head up.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
He just smiles at me and tries to go down on me again, but I hold his head up with all my might. Saliva is dripping down his chin.
"Don't pretend you're not loving this, cupcake."
I use his hair as leverage and pull myself up into a seated position.
"Fuck!" he cries out in pain.
I shove him backwards, away from me and right-hook him on the chin. He rolls over and falls off the bed. I jump up. "Get out of my fricking apartment! Now! Before I call the cops!"
He gets up, rubbing his bruised chin and starts to leave the room. "You liked it, you fucking prick. No need to hit me, asshole!"
I move towards him and he makes a run for it.
He leaves the apartment via the front door, and I stop just before following him into the passageway.
I slam the door shut and lock it. My heart's racing and I'm shivering with rage.
What's it with these guys who just think they can take advantage of me? I want to vomit from disgust. My damn penis is still hard though.
I run to the bathroom and get into the shower. A strong jet of water hits me. I spend a good twenty minutes letting the water stream all over me, but my hard-on still doesn't go away. Turning off the hot water completely, I let the icy cold water shock me back to reality.
My boner deflates.
How did that guy get in?
I dry myself off and look around the apartment to see if there are any open windows but, except for my bedroom window which overlooks the street, nothing else is open. They're all latched from the inside and no panes are broken. He must've come in through the front door. But how? Does he have a key? Maybe he's good at breaking and entering. If I confront the Super, he'll just say he knows nothing about it. He's that kinda guy. In any case, how do I explain what'd just happened? He would want to know why I didn't call the cops.
I take a seat on the couch and stare into the void. What the hell am I going to do now? I'm not safe here. For a while, all I have is a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. This can't go on. What is it with these guys? It's not as if I'm intentionally giving them any signals.
I am sure I'm not.
The thought of being with any guy doesn't ever cross my mind. Come to think of it, the thought of a girl doesn't either. I suppose I'm waiting for Mrs. Right to come along and then I'll worry about any carnal urges. That is part of the traditional courting ritual between a man and woman. Isn't it? Well, Dad says so.
A guy is meant to fall in love with a woman and then he desires to sleep with her because he's attracted to her. With some self-control and maybe some help from her, they both make sure they wait for their wedding night. Well that's how it happens in the romance novels I used to read when I was alone. My mom used to smuggle them to me. If my dad and brother had known, they would've mocked me for being a soppy loser.
Growing up I never had any sexual experiences with anyone. I know it's unusual in this day and age but, heck, some of us have principles. Two girls tried getting it on with me in high school, but I kept them at bay. They eventually got the message and backed off.
I drag myself off to the bedroom and meticulously change the sheets and covers before snuggling in to try and get some more shut-eye. Slowly, I drift off to sleep.
In the morning, I wake up with a jolt to a noise outside. I look at the clock and it's 10:43 a.m. He didn't come back, and I let out a sigh of relief.
After another shower, I go for my usual jog. I'm stiff all over and feel miserable this morning, struggling to get a steady pace going. My head hurts. It must be because of my interrupted sleep by that pervert and the stress of it all.
As usual I reach the park and who do I see sitting there on the bench, ogling me?
Him!
I run up to confront him, but he doesn't even attempt to move. He just looks at me and his smile broadens, as he adjusts his cock in his trousers.
My cheeks burn. The guy has no shame!
"You come to ask for me to finish what I started last night?" he asks cheekily.
"You've the gall to simply hang around here as if everything is normal."
"It's a free country and last I checked, I can move around the city as I please." He smirks.
"Does that include people's apartments while they're sleeping?" I have my hands on my hips like an old school teacher.
He just keeps on smiling. I seriously want to punch him in the head!
"I couldn't resist, cupcake. You're the most delicious little snack I've come across in a long time. Well not little. You're actually quite a mouthful." He smiles.
I want to throw up. He thinks of me as food. Something to gobble up. With that thought in my mind, my penis starts stiffening. Go figure!
No! Not this! I spin round, run back in the direction I came from and head straight to my apartment.
I can hear him laughing somewhere behind me. If he decides to follow me, I think I'll put him in a coma.
What is wrong with me? It must be Satan's way of tempting me into a life of filthy depravity and sin. I can't expose myself to these dangers anymore!
I need to get out of here and soon.
I get home after the disastrous jog and take a quick shower. After putting on a pair of smart navy shorts, a light-blue golf-shirt, and good leather sandals, I grab a notepad and pen.
At the kitchen counter, I jot down all the things I'll need to do to extract myself from the life I'm leading right now and head back home. I'll spend a bit of time there to process all this shit, reconnect with God and then I'll see where to go from there. Still wanting my own restaurant one day remains, but I'll be damned if I try to do it here in the city. Maybe a smaller town out east would be better?
I call my dad and tell him that I want to come home. It goes without saying that he's immediately alarmed and concerned about my well-being. He peppers me with questions about how I am and if anything's wrong. I put him at ease by telling him that I'm fine and that I'll explain everything when I get to the farm. He understands and says that as long as I'm not in any danger, he'll rest assured. He wasn't too keen on me moving here in the first place. He believes the city is full of Satanists, sodomites, and deprived fornicators. Mom had to convince him that it was ok for me to go and that the Holy Spirit would guide me, before he gave me his blessing.
We catch up on what's been happening at the farm, he share's some local news and before I say goodbye, I promise to email my flight details to Charlie, my brother, later today. Either one of them will pick me up from the airport when I land. The farm's about two hours' drive from the airport.
I switch on my iPad, quickly book a flight and remember to send a copy of the flight details to Charlie.
I meticulously tick off all I've done so far and all important tasks completed off my to-do list. What's next? Oh yeah, I'll have to inform Mike and Georgia that I'll be leaving them in a month's time. That's ample notice and maybe they can give Samantha a chance. She could potentially be a good manager. Breaking the news to them will be hard and I'm sure they'll be disappointed, especially after having given me the promotion only a short while ago. Well, I certainly can't stay here any longer and they'll just have to accept it. I'll simply tell them the truth. Honesty is the best policy; my dad always says.
But right now, I have to figure out what I'm going to do for the rest of the day. I decide to go watch a movie and afterwards, maybe treat myself to dinner at that nice Greek restaurant opposite the multiplex. I think I deserve a bit of a night out! The next few weeks will be hectic, giving notice at the restaurant as well as the apartment, and sorting out what I want to sell and what to take home with me.
At around 4 p.m. I change clothes and get ready for the night. I make sure I look presentable in my pressed black trousers, shiny loafers, white formal shirt, and tan blazer. As I lock the apartment and walk out the building, I say a little prayer, giving thanks for all that's good in my life and asking the Lord to bless the night ahead. One never knows when you'll meet Mrs. Right, although, on second thought, that could be a bit of a problem now that I'm planning to move back home. Surely life wouldn't be that cruel!
I glance at my reflection in the big mirror in the lobby. It confirms that I do in fact look rather sharp and spiffy. I'll draw a lot of attention as I always do, but who cares, I should be used to it by now. It's not a bad thing, but I wish someone would see and like me for who I am inside and not just for my looks.
I arrive at the cinema in time for the early screening, but nothing that's showing interests me. There's big hype about a new dinosaur movie. It's a sequel to a film I saw when I was much younger, but I'm definitely not interested. Mom says that all this evolution stuff is rubbish and that we're definitely not descendants of the apes! She goes as far as to say that it's blasphemous even to think about stuff like that, never mind being entertained by it.
I'll just go have dinner and then call it a night.
I cross the road towards the Greek restaurant and when I get there, it's already jam-packed. The hostess asks me to have a seat at the bar, and I wait for a table to open up. She frowns when I telI her I'll be dining alone, but then she sweeps a lustful gaze over every inch of my body. All I want is a calm and uneventful dinner. I'm looking forward to the lamb kleftiko.
After about a forty-five-minute wait and two sodas, they seat me at a table right in the corner and I order my meal. All around me there are couples or groups of friends. A few people stare at me. Most of them are women. I must look peculiar to them, handsome and alone on a Saturday. My food arrives!
I savor the meal slowly and order a fruit juice to wash it down.
Once I've carefully wiped my mouth with my napkin, I signal the server, settle the check and quietly leave. It's better I go home and get some good rest before tomorrow's shift. It's going to be a stressful and uncomfortable day. Quitting is never easy for me. It always feels as if I failed somehow.
I walk down the street towards my apartment building and though the roads around here have their fair share of traffic, the side street next to my building gets very quiet and dark at night. I'm slightly apprehensive and look around to see if anyone's following me but the street is empty.
As I'm about to climb the steps up to the entrance of the building, someone suddenly grabs me from behind, pressing a rag over my mouth and nose. There's a sharp smell that I'm forced to inhale! Overwhelmed and frozen with shock, I don't get a chance to see who it is or try and fight them off. Everything goes black, and I'm overcome by a sensation of falling into nothingness.