HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Chapter 4

Grabbing her was the best thing that ever happened, he thought. Remembering when he first saw her, he was sitting on the roof of the house, and Deborah and her boyfriend had just driven into the yard.

"Deborah..." He whispered her name to himself, and how special he felt to have laid eyes on her. She was now his and nothing was going to stop him from taking her home with him. He watched them as they made their way to the river, admiring her smooth brown legs and her breasts peeking from her yellow bikini bra. He had to make a move while they enjoyed themselves. Part of him didn't even want them to. Seeing another man with the woman he has fallen in love with was the most heartbreaking experience he's ever had.

He climbed down from the roof, staring at their red Ford Mustang. What can I do to have the life this other man has? He kept asking himself. He ran to the car, looking in their direction to make sure he wasn't seen. Pulling the hood of the car upwards, he smiled as he looked inside. I can't make her leave me, he thought. Examining the car's battery, he pulled the terminal off and closed the hood. Satisfaction covered his face and he walked back to the house. He watched as they made their way back to the yard, thinking why they were turning back. Did they see me? He asked himself. But then he saw that his new lover's friend was injured. Even better, he smiled.

Anxiety now filled his chest as he waited for them to realize something was wrong with the car. The rest of the night went in his favor as if he had done this before. Blushing until his cheeks hurt, he was happy something good was finally happening for him.

Staring at her soft dark hair as she lay on her stomach, his mouth curved into a smile. All he wanted to do now was to lay beside her and drink some of the wine she brought. He tried to remember if he ever had wine before and what it must have tasted like. After tying up her hands and covering her mouth with pieces of one of his old shirts, he thought about how her soft skin felt against his. This was probably the first time he felt happiness and stood gazing at Deborah, smiling inside and out.

He thought getting her to drink some of the wine would loosen her up a little, and hurried out of the house to get some. It wasn't hard getting to the wine, as he held the bottle in his hand trying to pronounce the writings on it.

"Tri...m....ba...ch Mus...cat Re..ser...ve." He smiled as he poured some into his red cup, thinking how happy Deborah might be. He walked into the room, staring at her. Wondering what she looked like without her clothes on, he smiled, removing her bikini top and shorts with his mind. It's been years since he has been with a woman or any human contact for that matter, and he was excited, but her beauty made him nervous. He took a few sips from his cup before resting it on the ground. He wondered if she realized that this was his bedroom. This was their new home.

He kneeled towards her, pulling her closer to him. It pained him that she was crying and thought a hug is probably what she needed. He pulled her closer, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. He held her face, deeply mesmerized by her beauty. Pulling her closer to hug her, his cheek against hers, he felt her wet lashes against his face. The embrace made them both shiver. He was getting more excited, more aroused by her. But Deborah was more disgusted than ever. He reached over for his red cup of wine and fed some to her. He saw the look on her face as her eyes widened, realizing that the taste was familiar. He fed her some more as if to get her tipsy or drunk.

But then he noticed that she was pretending to drink, holding the cup at an angle with her lips and not taking a sip. The idea then came to mind, one he was dying to do since he first laid eyes on her. He took a sip of the wine, not swallowing, and placed the cup gently on the ground. Holding her face with both hands, his lips met hers, forcing the wine from his mouth into hers. She choked, spitting it out. And that made him try again.

Hmmm.... He moaned as he thought how much he wanted to see her inside out. He pulled the knots from her bikini, pulling her yellow top off and sniffing it. Refreshing, he thought. How can she smell so good? How is her skin so soft and smooth? Is this fate? He thought about all the unluckiness from his past and how fortunate his life is now. He teased her breast with his finger, looking at her with searching eyes. Wondering if she might like it. Deborah continued to sob, disappointed that she had no control over her body's response to this man's touch.

His finger lingered on her waist and he started to open her shorts button and zipper. He gently lays her on her side to pull her shorts off, relieved that she was no longer fighting him. She wants me now, he thought.

Suddenly, he sees a flash of white light beaming into the room and looks at the doorway of his room. Looking up, shocked and angry, he saw the face of the man he never wanted to see again. Shawn...