Karen just stood there and stared at the boy, this boy who had twice invaded her world and taken her against her will. The boy looked to be no more than 17, but with a muscular body and soft brown eyes. She wanted and needed to know who her mystery man was, but this was not what she had expected at all. Anger and fury started to build in her as she looked at this boy and tried to think of where she might have seen him before. He had said he worked at the same building she did, and now she realized she had seen him before, but she could not remember where.
She tried to look at his face, but he was sitting on her couch naked, and her eyes could not help but continue to move to his crotch. Embarrassed by her nakedness, Karen broke the uneasy silence and said, "excuse me." She then went back into her bedroom and picked up her robe from the floor where he had dropped it after taking it off of her. She put on the robe, walked to her closet, and picked up the shotgun she kept there. Calmly, she walked back into the living room and leveled the shotgun at this boy who had violated her.
" Give me a reason why I shouldn't blow your ass away?" Karen said, with anger in her voice and fire in her flashing Green eyes.
The intruder stared back at Karen with a sad smile and said, "Two reasons" " First of all you still don't remember me, do you?" he said in a rich deep voice, "Second, I was hiding in your closet while you were taking your bath and I saw the shotgun. I thought it might be wise to unload it."
She didn't know if he was bluffing or not, but in her heart she did not really want to shot him anyway, she only wanted to scare him like he had scared her. She unlocked the breach, and did indeed find the gun unloaded. "Fuck," she thought, "No matter what I do this guy is always one step ahead of me." She put the gun down, walked into the kitchen and got herself a coke.
" Could you at least put on some cloths," Karen asked from the kitchen, " or is that to much to ask?" She said sarcastically.
Shaking his head, he got up and went into the bedroom, where he found his pants and put them on. When he returned to the living room, he found Karen sitting at the dinning room table rolling a joint. He walked over to her and stroked her lovely blond hair. Karens arm shot out backwards, and her elbow caught him squarely in the nuts.
"Shit, Fuck," he exclaimed as he double over in pain.
"Don't fucking touch me," She said.
When he could move, he sat back down on the couch and said, "I'm Steven Anderson."
Karen sat silently, just staring at the table. Finally she picked up the joint she had been rolling, lick it to seal it, and lit it. She looked at Steven as she held the smoke in her lungs, and finally said, "This just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?"
" You use to baby sit me," Steven said
