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The house is dark, and my mood slips more. I need you right now. Need to have your presence around me, your scent in the air. Sighing softly, I grab my briefcase, laptop and files and step out into the early evening. The car was warm, the outside air is not. I shiver slightly as the cool breeze swirls around my bare calves. My skirt has ridden up my legs, mid-thigh now, and I close my eyes for a moment, letting the wind caress me. Unbidden you jump into my mind and I smile slightly. Opening the door and letting myself in. The house is quiet and still, dark without the sun streaming through the windows. Work gets tossed onto the couch, left for another moment. I’ve had enough for this week. Walking into the kitchen. The streetlight casts a soft glow around the room, and shines off a glass of wine on the table. Beside it a note sits, my name on the front. Picking it up I open it and read. I’m watching you. I put the note down and glance over the room. Where are you? I begin to smile. . They do add up ... but to what?I turn around and step out of the closet and smile to the several people there. They chatter and laugh on the couch. Normally I’d be in the mix. Goofing off, flirting and teasing. Not this time. I just feel so confused and lost. Lost in my own mind, trying to figure out what has happened ... If anything had actually even happened. I begin to make my way through the room the same way as I came in. Eyes on the floor, watching it each step.I walk by someone I’ve seen before many times. Except this time I notice his shoe. That same shoe from the bathroom! It flashes in my head again that shoe nudging me onto my back. Standing there while he washed his hands. Stood there bending, leaning down. I stop and look up slowly as my eyes meet his. I feel my heart sink as the image of him grabbing my throat and slamming into the wall floods my head with every thing that had followed.“YOU!!” I surprisingly yell, with a frustrated squeak.I feel the attention of the.
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