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He smiled to himself as he sipped his dry white wine … Patricia has excellent taste, he thought, and wondered how she would react to his tastes.
He reviewed his knowledge of her: Patricia Walters, age 25, height 5’6″, blond hair, fair complexion, weight 124 pounds; occupation: secretary-girl Friday for one A.T. Davies, Executive Vice President, Lansco Corporation: Bank: California National—savings, checking; marital status: single; sexual preferences: male, male-female. No current sexual involvements.
The headlights of an automobile splashed across the driveway of the modest home and the man watched through the window as the woman parked, stepped out of her car and reached back for her purse. He smiled again as she locked the door carefully, then turned and walked briskly up the narrow walk to the front door. He heard her fumbling with the security lock on the mail box and he set the glass of wine aside and stood to close the drapes quietly as she inserted her key into the lock of the front door. He walked leisurely to the alcove entrance of the home, stood beside the ornamental room separator and waited. A diffused light splashed into the narrow hallway as the woman opened the door and reached for the light switch beside the door.
Monday dawned and found Marc Andrews in his shower. He scrubbed his body vigorously, then relaxed as the hot water pelted his skin and revived his aching muscles. The weekend had been strenuous and sleep had been an elusive thing—but as strength returned to his aching limbs he smiled at the memories he had collected between Friday eve, fling and early that morning, when he had dressed finally, kissed her softly on her sleeping lips, and heard her call out for him from a half-sleep as he left her house.
“One of the better … ” he remarked to his shower as he twisted the handles off and reached for a towel.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.