Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 85

He drove up the driveway and jumped out. Banging on the door was futile, she was as deaf as a post. Luckily, he remembered that she kept a spare set of keys on her porch, so he ran to the back and found them under the pot-plant. He knew that the police were close behind, so he ran downstairs, opened the front door, ran past the oblivious aunt, who was sleeping in her chair, with the soapies still on and opened the garage. As he pulled the garage door closed, he heard police sirens wizz past and breathed a sigh of relief. The girls were getting rowdy. He will have to do something with them and soon!

Walking back into the living room, he turned off the screaming television and tidied up, straightening a few scattered cushions and removing the old tea pot and stale cream. Regardless of his "hobby", he really loved his family. Bending over, he gave the wrinkled cheek a kiss. The soft folds of skin smelt of powder and lilacs, reminding him of his youth and how glamorous she had always looked. He gazed at her now and felt pity and was angry at himself for not visiting often. She must be lonely.

He took off his coat and gloves and locked the door before heading upstairs to clean himself up. Uncle George used to be his size, maybe Aunt Jane had kept a few of his things in her closet? He pulled open the wardrobe doors and an overpowering smell of mothballs and dust wafted out in a cloud to greet him. Coughing, he went to the window and opened it, pulling open the curtains to let the light in too. He saw that she kept his picture on her dresser and smiled. It was when he was a little boy and they had gone to the park to fly a kite that she had bought him. The simplicity of days gone by...

Spotting a shirt and a pair of jeans, he grabbed them and made his way to the bathroom. A shower and clean, fresh clothes made him feel better. Taking his dirty clothing, he placed them in a bag he found in a closet and took it downstairs. Hopefully his aunt was awake by now.

The noise that was coming from the garage was quite loud as he stepped off the staircase, so he walked over to it first. Pulling open the door, he stared at the mass of girls. They were bleeding and he was all clean. They screamed for help and he sighed again. What was he to do with them? Maybe he should just kill them so they stopped all the racket?

"Girls! Girls!" he tried to sooth the tension. "Look, I don't want to kill you but if you continue the screaming, you will leave me no choice. So how about a little peace and quiet, hey?"

He smiled a gorgeous smile and looked at them, oblivious to how messed up this all was. The girls however did quieten down immediately. As long as they were alive, there was hope. Patting one of them on the head, he said finally, "If you can think of a way that I can dispose of you, let me know."

Leaving them, he walked back into the lounge and sat on the sofa, took a magazine from the table and opened it to the crossword section.