The noise was loud enough to wake him up. Dennis opened his eyes and waited for the sound to repeat. A few seconds later, he heard a much different sound. This time, he recognized it. It sounded like the back gate opening and closing. It usually made a creaking noise whenever he himself would open or close it. He lifted his head up from his pillow. Now fully awake, he could only suspect that an intruder had entered the backyard. He turned to see that his wife didn't wake up just yet. He suddenly paid attention to another noise originating from the backyard. It almost sounded like one of the patio chairs sliding across the floor.
Dennis knew he had to do something. The thirty-two-year-old husband checked the digital clock on the nightstand. It was almost four in the morning. Dennis slowly got out of bed and crept out of the bedroom. He hoped that the intruder didn't hear him wandering around the inside of his house. He tried to be as careful as possible when walking down the stairs. He entered the kitchen and looked out the window. So far, he couldn't see a man or a woman roaming around in the darkness. He flipped the switch to the patio light. With a much clearer view of the backyard, he still didn't spot anyone that would be classified as a burglar.
He still needed to be certain that he and his wife remained safe and secure. He slid open the patio door and began his brief but thorough investigation. First, he checked if anyone hid behind the bushes. When he found nothing unusual, he checked the gate to see that it had been closed. The entire backyard appeared normal as usual. He felt glad that he didn't find anyone who had planned to steal from his home.
He let out a long sigh of relief. He could only assume that the noises he heard came from a burglar that fled the scene. He looked up at the sky to see the full moon floating directly above him. The city of Fountain Valley had grown silent and cold at this time. Even with summer approaching, the famous June Gloom had already made its mark all over Orange County, and the rest of Southern California. Dennis could see an endless row of stratus clouds that formed in the south. It would soon reach Fountain Valley and give its residents an unseasonably cold morning before lingering until noon. Dennis began to shiver. He couldn't wait to go back upstairs and sleep alongside his wife. He walked back inside the house and closed the patio door.
He turned off the patio light and closed the blinds, but before he could leave, the lights in the kitchen suddenly turned on. He quickly looked to see a man standing near the light switch. Dennis almost gasped, but instead of embracing fear, he felt surprised to see a man he had met before.
Edgar, a forty-three-year-old entrepreneur, looked different than before. Instead of wearing a suit and tie, he wore blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
He whispered, "It's nice to see you again."
Dennis could only assume that Edgar had entered the kitchen when he started examining the backyard. But after a few seconds of surprise, he had some questions for the genuine intruder.
He made sure he kept his voice at a low volume. "Edgar...what are you doing here?"
Edgar kept a blank stare on his face. "You know what I'm here for."
"Actually, I don't."
Edgar took two steps forward. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all night. I kept remembering the time we shared a hotel room together."
Dennis cleared his throat. "That's nice, but I'd like to forget what happened between the two of us. You see, I don't like it when I have to keep dirty secrets from my friends and family."
Edgar gave a little smile. "Oh, but didn't you like it? Didn't you enjoy the things we did behind closed doors?"
Dennis had to be honest. "Yes...yes, I did. But that's just one time. I already forgot which one of us started it."
"It doesn't matter now. I finally found you again."
Edgar stepped even closer.
Dennis took a deep breath. "What do you want from me NOW?"
"I need you now more than ever. I want to take you. I want to fuck you again."
Dennis could see the fierce determination forming in Edgar's eyes. "Oh, you really ARE serious."
"You know it's going to happen."
Dennis couldn't escape from the other man's soothing whisper. He had heard it before in the hotel room, and it certainly helped him be courageous for their first secret pastime. But then, he remembered the other things he had in his life.
"I'm sorry. I'm going back to bed. You should go home."
Edgar suddenly grabbed him by the arms. "It's too late. I'm here to control you for the second time. You can't stop me."
Dennis's eyes widened. He had trouble keeping his voice to a whisper. "But I have a wife. She's sleeping upstairs. She'll hear everything."
