The apartment was dark when she entered. With memory alone she expertly flicked the switch causing the kitchen light to buzz to life. It would be another night alone. As she made her way to her bedroom she unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall before catching it in one hand.
Slipping her skirt down, she admired herself in the mirror; most people thought she was in her late twenties and were always surprised when she told them she was forty-one. She spent a few minutes massaging her big breasts; she was still getting used to the D cup addition to her body. The doctor had worked magic and her breasts hung naturally although in contrast to her slight frame.
After placing her clothes in the laundry she made her way to the ensuite bathroom for a quick shower. Being cautious not to get her hair wet, she used her hand to hold it in a ponytail until the last of the soap was rinsed clear from her body.
Hearing a noise from the living room she called out, "Hello?" to the empty apartment. It was possible, but highly unlikely that her husband would return from his trip early. Quickly wrapping herself in a towel she started down the hall to locate the sound.
Her purse had fallen from the counter spilling its contents on the tile floor. "That explains the noise." She laughed to herself as she made her way back to her room. Bed sounded good right now; it had been a long day followed by an even longer dinner with her colleagues. Before climbing into bed, she pulled her husbands "7 Up" tee over her head. Reading only a few pages of her book, she declared it was bedtime and turned the light out.
Within minutes she heard another noise; this time it was closer and in her room. As she reached over to turn on the lamp, someone grabbed her wrist and simultaneously covered her mouth to muffle what would have been an ear piercing scream.
"Shut up!" The voice in the darkness commanded.
The woman's mind raced to place the voice, unsuccessfully leaving her paralysed with fear.
"Let me turn on a light so we can see our new friend." A second voice spoke.
The woman's heart raced. Both men wore balaclavas and she watched in horror as the one at the end of the bed undressed himself never taking his eyes off hers. When he was naked, he climbed up the bed allowing the first man to get undressed.
"What's your name?" His lips were an inch from hers; when she didn't respond he shook her, "I asked you a question."
"Tanya. My name is Tanya." Her words were a whisper.
"We just want to have some fun. Nobody needs to get hurt. You understand?" His face stayed close to hers as his body weight held her down.
