After breakfast, the adrenalin I was running on was running out, so I gave Steffie a list of appointments to set up and went home to get some sleep. I passed Carrie Shaw, the fitness instructor who lives in the apartment below mine, heading out for her full day of classes. Tight body, thirty-something, always smiling, and hooked up with a steroid freak who uses her for an armpiece. I still think he's really gay. Derek Stanislau is a huge jerk and Carrie loves him so much that it is disgusting. When he's off on his bodybuilding competition trips, she asks me to keep an eye on things. She confided her master plan to me last month. She was going off the pill to get pregnant because Derek would have to commit then. After six years, if he was going to make it legal, he would have by now.
I mean, the guy is gone probably nine months a year for one reason or another. Carrie has to work to help support him until he makes it big, so she does classes at gyms and schools as much as six times a day. For instance, he flies off to a competition in Hawaii for two weeks, but he really needs her to stay home and work. Not to worry though, one of his workout buddies will use that complimentary companion ticket. She is a sap, but she's really cute and deserves better. I need to stop thinking about her tight butt and her soap opera life and get some sleep.
Sleep came easy. Around 9:30 PM, I heard the familiar rattle of the water pipes as Carrie was hitting the shower and I woke up after almost eleven hours of sleep. All I could think of was her in that shower, how she must have looked naked and wet. Then, I had an idea. The security light on the balcony side of the building had been broken for awhile. Knowing that she always kept her cell phone handy in case Derek called, I dialed her cell number. One ring, water stopped, second ring, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Carrie, this is Rick upstairs. Did you hear anything by your balcony door just now?"
"No, I'm, I was in the shower. What's wrong?"
"I thought I saw something drop past my balcony..."
"Something or someone?"
"Dunno, it's dark, but I wanted to check on you knowing Derek is away."
"I don't hear anything... Do you think you could come down and check for me? Please?" The panic in her voice almost made me feel bad about my little scheme.
"Sure, be right there!"
I sprinted down the steps with my bathrobe on and nothing else. She was waiting at her door in her bathrobe, hair wrapped in a towel, and shivering at the thought of some evil person waiting outside to attack her. I knew she was a little timid, but she was really scared. I actually had second thoughts about the whole thing despite the hard on that I was lugging around. She did not say a word, just looked at me with big, scared deer in the headlights eyes.
