No sex in this story (and yes, I'm aware it's Literotica).
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They say drinking too much alcohol can kill you; but Jason Tyler is fairly certain that the third beer he drank that night saved his life. Jason's wife Alexis was out of town on business and Jason drowned his loneliness in bad TV and good beer; something he rarely did if Alexis was home. The third beer must have filled his bladder because he usually slept through the night without waking, but on this night he woke up to empty his bladder.
He looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was two in the morning and one of the neighbor's dogs was barking; probably the Kline's since their dog was always kept in an outside kennel. Jason wondered what was the point of having a pet if it was kept locked up all the time; probably just another point of contention, one of many, between Sal and Mary Kline.
Jason sat on the edge of the bed stretching his bad knee and was just standing up when his ears caught another strange sound. Unless his ears were playing tricks on him his back door just made the squeak it makes when it's opened too slowly. Jason's hair stood up on the back of his head. He decided to play it safe and quickly went to the closet; hidden over the door was his old Winchester 12 gauge pump shotgun.
Jason's father was a cop back in the seventies and once told Jason what he was taught back at the police academy. When entering an building late at night, the first thing you do is jack a round in the chamber of your shotgun; it's a sound meant to drive fear into the hearts of any bad guys lurking within. Jason's dad may be old school, but this seemed like good advice given the present situation. Although Jason couldn't remember the last time he was this scared, he did his best to steady his nerves, went to the bedroom door, pumped the first of the three double-aught buck shells into the chamber, then yelled down the stairs with a bit of false bravado, "Hey fucker - come on up, got a little surprise for ya."
The next sound Jason heard was the screen door slamming. Jason ran to the back bedroom and looked out the window. Just at that moment someone was climbing over the backyard fence. It was clear out, two nights before the full moon so although Jason couldn't make out any features, it was obviously a man trying to hop the fence, but he dropped something. Shit, was it a gun? It sure looked like a handgun that the guy stuck back in his pocket before hopping over the fence.
By now the neighbor's dog was going nuts and the Kline's back porch light came on. Unfortunately, the light didn't help identify who was running down the alley. Jason went back into their bedroom and picked up the phone.
"911, state your emergency."
"Someone just broke into my house, he left and is running away."
"Are you in any danger?"
"No, I don't think so. But the guy is running away, maybe you can catch him."
The conversation between Jason and the dispatcher quickly went downhill from there with Jason wanting the police to respond immediately in the hope of catching the guy and the dispatcher explaining it might take some time since he was no longer in danger and there were other priorities just then. Jason knew he crossed the line when he asked the dispatcher if those priorities included stopping for a donut and coffee before coming to his house.
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Two miles away Sandy Mason was sitting in his parked car trying to catch his breath. How could everything go so wrong? He had spent the past week preparing for last night; scoping out the surrounding area, mapping out where to park the car to cause the least suspicion, the best route to take walking to and from the Tyler house. He knew about that damn dog in the neighbor's yard. For that very reason he walked through the alley at two AM for the past three nights just to make the barking a routine. The lack of sleep was starting to affect his thinking and performance at work. Damn!
It wasn't easy to plan and execute (nice word!) the perfect murder. This was Sandy's best option for doing away with Jason Tyler. Sandy wondered how disappointed Alexis would be when she returned home from her business trip to find she's still married to that bastard. Alexis wouldn't show it in any outward sign, she's too good an actress.
Over the past six months, ever since he was transferred into Alexis' department, Alexis has acted like she wasn't even interested in a relationship with Sandy, but all the signs were there. The way Alexis smiled when she walked through the department, Sandy knew a secret part of that smile was just for him. And now all the hard work they had put into this night was down the tubes. Sandy had other options for getting rid of Jason, but they would take more time and Sandy was tired of the long wait until he and Alexis could be together.
Sandy rubbed himself as he sat in the car thinking back to the first time he saw Alexis. It was in a staff meeting and Alexis sat in the chair right next to him. Her skirt came up a little as she sat, just enough to show four or five inches of her thigh before she pulled her skirt back down. She smiled right at him, extended her hand and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Alexis Tyler." Just like that!
Then last month he found her in the break room eating her lunch with Susan Oster. He asked if he could join them and Alexis said, "yes, please do" in that sweet voice of hers as she smiled at him again. Alexis continued to talk to Susan, but Sandy knew that the words were meant for his benefit.
Alexis was laughing when she told Susan, "I sometimes envy you Susan, being single that is, I've tried to train Jason for the past twenty years and just this morning I practically fell into the bowl because he left the seat up again. My fault for trying to sit down without turning the light on." Susan's response was to bemoan her latest experience with a guy from the online dating service. Susan and Alexis laughed at each other's story, but Sandy knew Alexis was being subtle and actually telling him how much she wanted to get rid of Jason.
Sandy held the key to the Tyler home in his hand. He thought back to that morning when she left it on her desk; clearly an invitation for him to take it and get it duplicated. She was expecting his report on the Graves' audit that morning; when he walked into her cubicle to drop off the report, there were her keys, just sitting there. He grabbed the keys, made an excuse to the department receptionist about an emergency and ran down to the hardware store to have the house key duplicated. It wasn't difficult to tell which was a house key on the ring.
It took less than a half-hour to get the duplicate, he walked in the office, but Alexis was already back from her meeting. Now what? He knew he couldn't just drop off the keys at her desk, that would imply a conspiracy between them and Sandy had watched enough police dramas to know that was dangerous. What to do, what to do? Finally, the solution occurred to him. He rushed down to the parking garage and threw the keys just under Alexis' Honda near the driver's side door. Problem solved.
Sandy's mind returned to the present, but as he continued to rub his crotch the images playing through his head started to fade. Just before he came in his pants he was startled by headlights reflecting off his rearview mirror. Sandy slumped down in his seat as the car passed. He rose up just in time to see it was a police cruiser. His heart rate increased, it took another ten minutes before he calmed down, started the car and drove to his apartment.
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Two officers arrived at the Tyler residence an hour after the 911 call to have a look around and take a report. Officers Jones and Sheppard were polite, but cold with little, if any, sympathy for Jason's situation. As they looked around the property with their flashlights the only item of notice was the fact the back door had not been jimmied in any way. Jason was certain he had checked all the doors before he went to bed, but it was obvious the police were skeptical. They finished their report and started out the front door; as Jason was shutting the door he heard Officer Jones say, "Well Peter, I could use a donut and a cup of coffee, it's been almost an hour since my last donut - how about you?" Officer Sheppard laughed loud enough that he might have woke any neighbors still asleep.
Jason was too wired by now to get back to sleep, so he made a pot of coffee and spent the next three hours getting some paperwork done. At seven he called his wife to say good morning; he decided not to freak Alexis out about the break-in; he'd tell her when she got home this evening, her flight was scheduled to land at six-thirty and she had driven herself to the airport. When eight AM rolled around he called his boss to let him know he wouldn't be in that day and why. He called a locksmith to have the locks changed and install a couple door alarms. He and Alexis would have to decide on whether they'd install a home security system.