In Laymon's Terms

Robert reached into his pocket, pulled out his switchblade and flicked the blade up. This was one of the fun parts. He slid the blade under the waistband of her skirt and brought it down, cutting a slit straight down the front. Giving a tug, it slipped out from underneath her. Her panties were a plain light pink color. From the way they went down the back he could tell that she was wearing a thong. All of a sudden he got an urge to flip her over and cursed himself for cuffing her too soon.

It was too late now.

He slid the blade under the waistband of her panties and removed them too. That was too bad, because they looked expensive.

He removed the rest of her clothes with his knife and then started taking off her rings and bracelets. There was a small silver anklet around her left ankle that he left on. He wasn’t really sure why, but the look of it made him hard.

He stared at her for a while, admiring her nakedness. She looked good. Better than good. Her breasts were perfectly rounded. Between her legs, there was a thin, light thatch of golden hair.

“So you are a real blond,” he said to himself and laughed.

He sat on the bed next to her and looked up. She looked fantastic in the mirrors that lined the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to be on top of her, doing things as he watched in the mirrors. It was going to be fun.

He took Jenny’s thong from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth, letting out a grunt of laughter as he did, and then stuck a small strip of duct tape over her mouth.

“That oughta hold you for a while,” he said as he lay down next to her and closed his eyes.

In his mind he started to imagine what he was going to do to Jenny when she woke. He was on top of her, feeling himself slide in and out of her hugging warmth and squeezing her breasts with his hands. He pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her, until he felt like he was going to explode. He looked up to the mirrors and saw that it wasn’t Jenny anymore. It was the girl he had first seen at the bar. His gift from God; his keepsake. She was underneath him, naked and groaning as he slammed into her. She wasn’t cuffed to the bed anymore. Now, her hands were clutching his butt cheeks, trying to pull him in even deeper.

Her eyelids slowly opened, except there was something wrong. Her eye sockets looked completely dark and Robert realized that she didn’t have any eyes. Suddenly, her hand shot up and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth down to meet the empty black hole.

Robert screamed and opened his eyes.

He was covered in sweat. The room seemed to be a lot darker than it had been when he had closed his eyes. Wiping the sweat off his forehead he turned and saw that Jenny was awake. Her eyes were wide with fear and it was obvious that she had been crying. He stared at her for a moment before grinning.

“Hi,” he said. “Ready for the fun to start?”

A tear rolled out of her eye as he leaned forward and slid his tongue around the duct tape on her mouth.

The second time he saw her, he was having coffee in one of the ritzy coffee bars on Sunset. She was there when he arrived, sitting in a corner, sipping her coffee slowly, looking at nothing in particular. He felt that feeling again when he spotted her. A cross between nauseousness and ecstasy. Like there were hundreds of little butterflies, fluttering around in his stomach.

He wouldn’t let her go this time. He would stay right behind her until she got home.

Nothing was going to get in his way.

He watched her as she slowly sipped her coffee. He didn’t take his eyes off her. His own coffee sat in front of him, getting cold. He couldn’t drink it. He couldn’t do a thing but sit in awe and amazement of the girl. When a waitress came along and asked if he wanted another coffee he just gave her a look. The same sort of look a lion must give its prey just before devouring it. She knew what the look meant and didn’t say another word as she turned and walked off.

When he looked back to where the girl was sitting, she was gone. He turned his head toward the door just fast enough to see her black hair flail in the wind as the door closed behind her.

His stomach clenched up.

“Fuck!” he screamed as he jumped from his seat, only half aware that every single set of eyes in the shop were on him, and raced for the door.

This was not supposed to happen. This time he was not supposed to take his eyes off her for a minute. He had broken his own main rule.

Outside, the streets were empty. Rain poured from the skies as if God felt his pain and cried tears for him. He ran, as fast as he could, looking down every alley, any way she may have gone.

She was nowhere.

Once again, he had lost her. The pain inside him was unbearable.