Fatal attraction
photo credit: from the movie Wanted (2008)
In the silence of the closet, I could work out every motion she went through just by listening.
Hiding in the darkness of her closet, I was vigilant and staying perfectly still. I was feeling both calm and aroused. I was naked, sexy and dangerous. In the silence of the closet, I could work out every motion she went through just by listening. I heard her turn off the shower. She dried herself with the pink fluffy towel. First her hair, then her long and slender neck, her smooth back, her curvy hips, her tight calves and finally her toes. She was taking her time. She blow-dried her hair. She put on her eye-lift and moisturizer. She brushed her teeth and gargled with a mouthwash which I could smell even through the door of the closet. I could work-out her footsteps approaching. I was psyching myself up. I was ready for action. I went through the plan one last time in my head. I would jump on her. I would be all over her, do what I am best at and make her scream. The closet door opened. The light was transiently blinding but I didn’t need to see well. I jumped on to the half-naked back-lit shadow.
I was snatched by a firm grip around my neck.
“Darling, look what I have here. Don’t worry. It’s quite cute. Not a cockroach, I promise.”
“Ya-ak, a pink lizard. I’m glad it didn’t jump on me. I would have been petrified. You hold it there. Don’t come too close. You do anything funny and I’ll stop talking to you for a week. Don’t look so interested. You can’t keep it. ”
“What am I supposed to do with it? Let it go?”
“As long as you don’t kill it and I am not seeing it again, I don’t want to know.”
Outside the house, he finally let me go. I was glad to have survived the siege. I promised myself, yet again, not to play this silly game ever again. It’s exciting but hardly worth the risk. I headed quickly back to the comfort of the darkness. I suddenly smelled something familiar but somehow felt most uneasy inside myself. My eyes turned into tiny slits and I dashed into the backyard lawn. I might just make it. Their neighbor’s cat had been getting old and much slower these days. I have to go now and promise to write soon, if I could get out of this one alive.
