INTRODUCTION
Frank Till who lived somewhere in New Zealand was a happy man. Enjoying good health, a good job and not requiring companionship, he lived in near luxury and was rarely visited and that suited him just fine.
It couldn't last. Good things never do.
The one thing he attributed for securing such a good life was his brain. Okay, women always talk as if guys per se have a brain deficiency or if the women are real bitches they say the cranial cavity lacks an occupant. Frank never thought that was funny so women didn't think he was funny. So be it.
Frank's brain told him to stay away from women and life would be sweet, so he took his advice. At the plant the women Frank supervised assembling fishing rods from parts brought in from China to the specifications of plant owner Walter Young thought he was okay. Occasionally a few of them gave him a glad eye or a soft touch just to let him know they were there if he were interested.
But Frank wasn't born yesterday. He knew what would happen if he shafted one of them. According to what the lucky woman told her companies on the assembly line he'd hear mention of 'big balls' and giggling, or 'premature ejaculation' and sympathetic sighs or 'I'm having trouble walking this morning' and he'd receive looks of admiration. Instead he stuck to his regular visit to any one of the five young women who lived in the staff hostel at Happy Holiday Inn. He always arrived wearing a mask to remain incognito and was greeted as Mr Mask, but was aware whoever accommodated him inevitably would say. "Goodbye Frank" when he left, half a pound and sixty bucks lighter.
THE ULTIMATE SEDUCTION
It was Saturday and Frank was just home from the plant that only operated till noon on Saturdays. He was on the couched nude, drinking a beer and enjoying Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E Minor and eating a steak burger he'd purchased on the way home when there was a knock at the front door.
Frank sighed, put down the remains of his burger and grabbing a robe went to the front door thinking it would be someone collecting for the hungry in Africa or wanting him to sign a petition banning people from door-knocking.
The blonde with untidy hair looked at him holding his gown in front of him and said, "Why are you nude?"
"Because I was relaxing with music and a beer and enjoying a burger when I was fucking rudely interrupted."
Her eyes flickered and she stepped back from the door and then said something that hooked into Frank. "That's Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto isn't it?"
"Yes," Frank said suspiciously.
"Hmmm. You can't be as bad as you look. I've just moved in renting the Pearson's home two doors along."
"What have you done to them?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. They have gone to Ireland...oh I see, that was a joke wasn't it?"
Frank had visions of a rat sniffing the remains of his burger and wished she'd get on with it and allow him to beat the rat to the remains.
"My name is Nancy Best, recently widowed, and I'd like to borrow a cup of sugar."
She held out an empty cup.
"Why me? Have you been told I'm single and sexy?"
"You sexy? What a laugh," she said, not laughing. "Well?"
"I suppose so. Were the Robinson's too mean to loan you sugar."
"You mean the people living between us?"
She swept her hair back and the movement caught Frank's eye to a nice pair of tits. "They are out. Only the dog tried to answer the door."
Frank grunted and said she better come in.
"No way, not with you undressed."
"Please yourself." He grabbed the cup, unintentionally showing bared butt, filled it, and handed it back and closed the door before she had finished saying thank you.
He grinned and throught good riddance but that changed a little when back on the sofa, licking his fingers after finishing the burger, he thought of shafting Widow Best on the sofa while they listened to Mendelssohn. No, perhaps a military tattoo would get a good rhythm going. One with a drum roll in the finale he thought and suddenly found he had an erection.
"What is this?" he said looking at the fat penis in surprise, having only visited the female's hostel at the Happy Holiday Inn two nights earlier.
Two nights later the woman called him and said could he come over, her kitchen sink was blocked.
He replied no, and added grumpily, "Get yourself a man."
Frank slammed down the phone thinking cheeky bitch and then thought oh fuck, that was unkind. She'd said recently widowed and looked a little younger than him, not quite thirty. She'd now be bawling her eyes out.
He grabbed a wrench and a plunger and went up to the Pearson's house.
Nancy answered the door knock, looked at him and said "Go Away" and slammed the door but he was too quick for her and thrust the wrench in the closing gap between the door and door frame. Only he had his fingers over the wrench exactly where the door closed, didn't he?
"Oh fuck," he shouted and she opened the door to see what was bugging him now, saw the blood and sat on the floor, looking very white.
"Don't sit you silly bitch. Get me a towel," Frank groaned.
