In Laymon's Terms

After all, I won’t be needing it. There’s no one out here anyway. But I’ll play your little game, darlin’.

“You can’t be serious?” she said as she eyed the gun being handed to her.

“Of course I am! I’ll only be gone for a minute or so anyway,” he replied. “Here, take it.”

Fiona reached out and took the revolver.

“Good, now shut the door and make sure every door is locked. I’ll be right back.”

Andrew turned from her and walked to the front of the car. He looked over his shoulder just long enough to see Fiona scrambling back into the car and reaching over the seats to lock all the doors.

Ha, he thought. I’ll show her who’s the master of games around here. He stopped in his tracks and looked through the trees in the direction where she had pointed. He crouched slightly and then tilted his head, as if he’d heard something.

This’ll be scaring the shit out of her, he thought. Serves her right. I’ll fuck her juicy pussy yet.

Then, slowly, he marched through the trees and into the darkness.

It was hard to keep the smile from his face as he counted the fifty steps he had decided to pace out.

When he got to fifty, he stopped, turned around and leaned against the nearest tree. He was far enough from the car that he couldn’t see it.

And that means the stupid bitch can’t see me either.

He placed his hands in his pockets and waited.

The cold settled in all around him. As did the darkness of the night.

I wonder how long I should wait? he thought.

And then he smiled as he felt the car keys in his right pocket.

I can wait a while. She’s not going anywhere tonight.

He crouched down at the base of the tree and closed his eyes.

His smile widened as he thought about how wet Fiona’s pussy was and how easily his fingers had slid right inside her.

Andrew felt himself growing hard again as he thought about going back to the car and sliding his cock deep inside her.

Inside her wet, tight, warm pussy. It’ll be the best orgasm ever.

And he told himself that he would have to thank Fiona for this little game. Because this was like nothing else he’d ever experienced.

He knew one thing for certain.

They’d never forget this night for as long as they lived.

Fiona stared out into the night.

She was sure it was getting darker out there. The more she stared into the area where Andrew had disappeared, the less she could see.

Her hands held the gun tight. She knew she was shaking, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Her eyes double- and triple-checked the locks on all the doors. She was safe.

For now...she thought. Could get risky later, though.

She stared back through the windshield.

Come on, come on...come back, Andy. I need you here.

She wanted to do something. She needed to. But she had no idea what. She didn’t want to get out of the car—too risky—-but she didn’t want to just sit here either. The night seemed to be getting colder, and that made her shake even more.

She continued to stare through the trees where Andy had disappeared. She focused her eyes, praying they would discern something new.

Nothing.

Dark. Blackness. Nothing.

She realized she was biting at her lip.

Come on, come back.

She stared down at the gun in her hands.

“Just pull the trigger and I’ll come running.” That’s what Andrew said. If I fire the gun, he’ll come back.

She smiled and nodded to herself.

Yeah. He’ll come back.

She reached for the door.

Slowly unlocked it.

Pull the trigger.

Opened it carefully.

He’ll come running.

And then she saw the movement.

She let out a short, sharp scream as she slammed the door and locked it fast.

Fiona looked out through the window again, her breath fogging the glass, but she could see no one.

I know what I saw, she thought. It was out of the corner of my eye, but it was a movement, I’m sure of it.

She stared off to the right of the car, where she was sure she’d glimpsed something.

Or someone.

I’m sure of it.

And so she sat and waited.

And waited.

Too scared to move. Too scared to do anything.

Waited in the dark. In the night.

Gotta wait this out.

Just gotta.

Please, Andrew, please just come back.