It all started with a phone call. It was just after 8pm on a chilly Thursday night, Brian looked at the screen of his Samsung and registered the caller ID to be his girlfriend, who had only earlier in the day flown out of state for business. Swiping the phone and pressing the telephone icon he pressed the phone to his ear and answered. "Hey babe!"
The tone in Georgia's voice immediately sat him on edge. "Brian, I've just gotten off the phone with Belle. Apparently, there is a man creeping around her home, he's trying all the doors and windows, but she has locked them all securely. Can you go and check it out? Then bring her back to the house, so I know she's safe?"
Belle was Georgia's sister. She was younger by half a decade and in town studying at university. She was living in a small unit complex normally used by the family as a holiday house when they travelled to the big smoke. Being that Brian had a twenty-minute drive ahead of him, he grabbed his keys and proceeded to his car to begin the journey. On the way he fired off a quick text to Belle to say he was on his way, and that he will call when he arrives so she could remotely trigger the locked gate of the complex.
The drive over was uneventful apart from the scenarios that were running through Brian's mind. Would he have to get physical with the creep? Not that it bothered him. Standing at 6'3 and being fit due to a religious workout routine, he would be a handful for all but the most experienced fighter types. Another thought entered his mind. Was Belle going to be safe once he got there? His foot was a little heavier than usual and the traffic was lighter than expected. The result being that in what seemed like a blink of the eye, Brian was pulling into the driveway of the complex. He pushed the dial button of the pre-selected number, Belle answered in a lightly panicked voice "open up Belle" Brian said and a moment later the gate came to life, allowing him to drive in and park in the spare space next to Belle's car.
Brian got out of his car and the warmth that had built up was suddenly invaded by the chill of the night air. Brian popped the trunk and selected a six iron from his golf bag that had a permanent spot inside. Then cautiously walked the boundary of the unit. After a thorough search no creeps could be located and he proceeded to the front of the unit. Knocking lightly on the heavy external door, he called out to Belle to open the door.
Belle opened the door, her scared brown eyes fell upon Brian and softened to a look of relief. Belle was a long-haired brunette. Standing at 5'5 she had a defined firm body, with long shapely legs, a heavy C cup set of breasts and a shapely set of hips that showed off any outfit she decided to throw on. Being in her early 20's she was a pretty young woman. Brian had known her since she was 18 and seen her grow into her body and knew that she had only a handful of boyfriends.