I woke the next morning with a smile on my face; I'd slept incredibly well. I'd been completely worn out by Mrs. Miller, and left with nothing but good dreams. I climbed out of bed and once again headed for my computer; hoping to see something else entertaining from my new lover. I was disappointed to find nothing from her in my inbox; perhaps we weren't going to meet again today. There was only one letter; and it looked like junk. Junk with an attachment. I gave it a second look. "Josh: don't delete" was in the subject line. Perhaps she had another e-mail address?
I opened the letter and the blood drained from my face.
"Josh, I know all about you and Claire Miller. The evidence is attached. Meet me at 4:00 PM today at 26 Lawland Ave."
26 Lawland? That was right next door to the Millers'! Suddenly the suspicious noises I'd heard outside of the window the night before came flooding back into my memory. . .I knew something was up! But in the heat of the moment I'd been to horny to do anything about it; now I was going to pay the price.
I double clicked on the attachment, and watched with horror but not really surprise as a 30 second video clip of me eating out Mrs. Miller in the tub popped up on the screen. Two mornings, two videos with a naked Mrs. Miller. Yet the circumstances were certainly very different this time. The anticipation of what would happen later that day also returned, but this time it was dread instead of eagerness that filled my head.
I headed downstairs to fix breakfast and try to take my mind off what I had just seen; there was nothing I could do about until 4:00, I supposed.
"Hi, mom," I said as I entered the kitchen, trying to sound natural.
"Hey, Johnny. How you feelin' today? Alright?"
"Yeah, mom, just fine." She probably knew something was on my mind, but she'd become good at not bugging me about stuff over the past year or so.
"Good, good. Any plans for today?"
"Just gonna go meet some friends at around 4:00."
"Okay. You gonna be home for dinner?"
"Don't think so mom, sorry." I hoped she wasn't disappointed; she didn't get to see all that much of me and I often felt like when I missed dinner or something small like that; I was abandoning her. But there more pressing worries on my mind which soon pushes their way back in and made me forget all about dinner.
It was about noon when I finished my cereal and once again the hours dragged on. It was a mixed blessing; part of me wanted 4:00 to come and be over with, and part wished that time would slow down and 4:00 would never come around. I tried everything to distract myself: video games, books, TV, surfing the net, chatting with my mom. Nothing seemed to work: not surprising considering the circumstances. 4 o'clock finally came, and with much dread I headed for Lawland.
As I past the Millers' house, I was tempted to go up to the door and tell her what had happened. She would know what to do. "No," I said to myself. "You're a big boy now." I tried to smile at that thought. "You can handle it for yourself. It can't be too bad: this is a pretty innocent town, he probably just wants to scare you or something."
These thoughts were not comforting.
I took a deep breathe and rang the doorbell of #26. "Come in!" I heard yelled from inside. I straightened up, steadied myself, and gave the door bell a push.