Chapter 48: The Intruder
I was now forty years old and single. My wife and I had divorced six years before but we had remained friends even after she remarried. I had dated and gotten laid often enough but the women soon saw me as a potential high income husband and began to demand my undivided attention. I had no intention of getting married again.
Months between fucks became the norm followed by three months of frantic bouts of passion followed by months of celibacy as I tried to break a relationship. My fascination with a woman ebbed quickly after about three months. Each woman had often heard my mantra of never getting married again but most had decided it didn't apply to them. I rarely got a clean friendly break from a relationship.
Eventually the resentment of my former lovers got to me and after I walked my daughter down the aisle I moved to the city. I bought a nice patio home in the suburbs and concentrated on my job. I am a dermatologist.
My new home had two bedrooms and two baths. The second, smaller bedroom became my office but had a comfortable futon for surprise guests.
It was just a few weeks later when I began to feel my new home was haunted. I did not believe in ghosts and there were no manifestations but I felt that someone had been there when I was at work. I had a dog, a yellow lab named Patty and she did not seem to be upset so I chalked it up to my imagination. But the feeling persisted.
I changed the locks on the doors and made sure my windows were locked but that did not help. I was convinced someone was coming in.
I spent a weekend installing cameras throughout the house then on Monday I tapped into them from work.
There was a woman in the house petting my dog.
She looked like she was exhausted and was soon on my sofa sound asleep with my dog by her side. She was a small woman, with short red hair hair, in her late thirties maybe, a bit skinny. She was dressed normally although I could tell she wore no bra. She appeared to have nice tits.
I decided not to call the police, after all nothing had been missing and my dog did not view her as a threat. Plus she obviously needed the sleep.
I checked on her periodically and watched her sleep for about five and a half hours before she got up and went to the second bathroom. I had not put a camera in there so I did not know what she did but my dog followed her.
It took more than half an hour for her to re-emerge and when she did she was carrying her clothes, she was nude. She was the first nude woman in my new house. She looked nice.
My dog was still with her and followed her to the kitchen. I lost sight of her there, my camera was aimed towards the refrigerator, but when she re-appeared she was dressed except for her jeans. She gave my dog a treat, which she must have brought; I was out of treats and had been for a few days. The intruder put what appeared to be a cup of ramen soup into the microwave then sat on the floor to pet the dog. It was clear to me they liked each other.
She stood and ate her soup while standing then disappeared off camera. I panned to the other cameras but there was no one there. After about thirty minutes I saw my dog asleep on the couch where she had slept. The woman was apparently gone. She had made herself at home in my house for almost seven hours.
When I got home there were no signs anyone had intruded but now I knew someone had. I saw her in my house everyday that week but never saw how she got in or left. I needed more cameras.
That weekend I installed four more, another in the kitchen, one on the patio, and one in each bathroom.
The following Monday she was again in the house before I got to my desk at work and was asleep on the couch soon after. This time when she went into the bathroom I had a camera to follow her and saw her get nude and go into the shower. She was definitely skinny.
She definitely had fine tits.
She emerged and used paper towels to dry herself and the shower walls; the roll was under the sink. I wondered if I was missing one or if she had brought it.
In the kitchen I saw a backpack by the washer/drier I had not seen from the other camera. She stuffed her dirty clothes in my washer and ran it without detergent. She then pulled out panties and a t-shirt from the backpack and put those on. She pet my dog then pulled out her cup of ramen soup and put it in the microwave.
Her clothes had been in the washer only about five minutes when she moved them to the drier and put her jeans in with them. She again ate standing up then she and the dog went out to the patio. They played. My dog adored her. She adored my dog.
Twenty minutes later she got her clothes out of the dryer, stuffed them into her backpack then locked the back door with the dead bolt. My new patio camera showed her and the dog going out through the doggy door. It was a tighter fit for the dog.
After petting the dog one more time she went out through the yard gate to the front of house.
By the end of the week I was watching her only when she got in and out of the shower. I worried about the fact that she seemed to be undernourished. I worried about where she was on weekends. I worried about how much I really wanted her tits.
The following Monday I left her two towels in the bathroom with a note asking her to please give the dog a bath too.
She was panic-stricken at first and ran out of the bathroom but soon calmed and began to search for cameras. She found the first four I set up, they were in plain sight behind little domes on the ceiling; she had not noticed them until then. She realized I had been watching her for a while.
She did not see the last four as I had hidden them. She did look for one in the bathroom but that one was behind what was now a two-way mirror.
I saw her give me a small smile from the camera in the living room then walk to the bathroom with the dog. I had bought shampoo and conditioner for her hair, nice smelling soap, and a toothbrush. The dog shampoo was also in the bathroom.
Labs love water and mine was very pleased when she was allowed into the shower. When they emerged they were both very happy. After drying herself and the dog she hung both towels on the hooks behind the door and dressed in the bathroom. She likely knew I had seen her walk around naked and decided to be modest. I was very glad for the camera in the bathroom.
The scene in the kitchen was as usual except she threw her empty soup cup in my trash.
She was definitely skinny.
The next morning when she got in she found a box of cereal on the counter, a bowl with a spoon, a carton of milk next to a glass, and a bottle of women's multi-vitamins next to it. I left her a note that said her lunch was any frozen dinner in the freezer.
She looked up to the camera in the kitchen and gave me a very nice smile. That afternoon I found a cup of ramen soup on the counter, unopened. In the trash I found the box to a fried chicken dinner.
The following day I had a note for her on the couch that told her I had a comfortable futon in the office that had enough room for her and the dog. She had a gorgeous smile.
Things stayed that way for about eight weeks. I saw her gain weight and become more radiant. I saw her load and run the dishwasher, vacuum and dust; I was not a good housekeeper.
I saw her look through a photo album I had on the coffee table that my daughter had given me. It had photos of the two of us from the day she was born through the day she married. It was my most prized possession but I knew it was safe in her hands; her smile was brilliant as she looked through it. I thought I saw her eyes moisten. I had already decided I liked her.
The intruder walked through my house wearing just a t-shirt when she wanted to wash her jeans too. She would put all her clothes in the washer when she came in and in the drier after her sleep.
Apparently she had decided I had already seen her nude and it didn't matter or had decided to thank me for my hospitality. She undressed in the kitchen. Then I reminded myself she did not know I could now see that end of the kitchen, she likely just though she was out of my sight.
She signed for FedEx packages and got the mail for me. Had I had any neighbors at home at that time they would have assumed she lived there. It was then that I realized that she indeed lived there.
I seldom left notes for her over those weeks and the intruder had never left notes for me until my dog Patty got sick. She left me a note describing the symptoms, (vomiting and confusion), and asked me to keep an eye on her that evening but she was sure whatever caused it was out of her system. She had rinsed her mouth with the hose and had left her with plenty of water to drink.
She ended the note by saying, "Thanks for everything. Hanna."
I now had a name for the intruder. I liked the name Hanna.
That evening I saw no signs of vomit in the house or patio but my dog seemed to be a bit frazzled and drank a lot of water. I checked around my patio and saw that a neighbor's oleander had stuck a small branch between the slats of the fence. I decided that must have been the problem and shoved the branch back through. Then I saw the dead chewed up toad.
The mouth hose rinse Hanna had done to my dog possibly saved her life.
I had begun to suspect she was a homeless prostitute. Twice during those weeks she had come in with a black eye, once she had cried herself to sleep. I had not asked but suggested in a note that after rough nights she could use the tub in my bathroom.
My bathroom had a separate tub and shower but I seldom used the tub even though it had water jets. She used it the next time she had cried herself to sleep. I saw an angry welt just under a breast.
That drew a surprising amount of ire from me; I wanted to kill the bastard that would punch a woman that hard. It took three weeks for the bruise to fade.
Three months after I had discovered her in my home I left work early one Wednesday afternoon and waited for her to leave my house. I followed her to a bus stop and followed the bus into town. She got off near the Greyhound bus station and I saw her put her backpack in a station locker. She then walked to an area full of bars and go into the first one. That bar advertised it provided free appetizers. It was dark by then.
Forty minutes later she walked to the next block and went into another bar then came out with a guy and followed him behind a dumpster. Their movements told me she was giving him a blowjob.
She was putting a bill in her jeans when they emerged but she stayed by the dumpster. A different guy came out and found her, both went behind the dumpster and she gave another blowjob.
She moved down the street past the next two bars and went into the third. A blowjob later she continued down the street.
She gave seven blowjobs that evening before returning to the bus station and resting around three AM. She dozed intermittently but she got less than an hours sleep.
The guy that appeared to be the station chief ushered her into his office when he came in at about six. She was back out after five minutes and went straight to the ladies room. When she emerged about twenty minutes later, she got her backpack, got a coke out of a vending machine and walked two blocks to the bus stop. It was nearly seven AM when I watched her get on the bus to my neighborhood.
I got home first and was waiting for her in my kitchen when she came in.
I said, "I have been following you all night and I am as wrung out as you are. Eat your breakfast then get some sleep. We will talk after your shower."
I kissed her cheek and went to bed. When I woke up I wondered if she was still in the house but found her sound asleep on the futon with my dog.
I stopped myself from kissing her and walked away then realized I had already kissed her so I turned around and kissed her cheek again.
I took a shower then went to the kitchen and cooked a late lunch for us.
She sat with me and we ate in silence.
As soon as we finished she said, "I will not come back here. I am sorry."
"Why would you stop coming here? You would be homeless otherwise."
