Kaitlyn Ross. She was a dancer at this club. And for the third time this week, he would escort her home; without her knowledge, of course. It was better this way. Dwayne felt he needed to really know her before they got..... more intimate.
He was almost finished with his smoke when he saw her unmistakable form move towards the Vette in the back parking lot. She was escorted, as usual, by a large man he didn't know. That was ok. Better to keep her safe. Better to keep her untouched.
Dwayne's engine was already running. He had his lights turned off so he didn't look like some creepy guy sitting in the parking lot just waiting for the dancers to come out. As she pulled off so did he.
A short time later he watched her pull up to her house. It wasn't a large place but it wasn't small either. Her home looked a little run down but in the first stages of repair. It appeared that new siding was being installed on the older two-story place. The faded yellow was a stark contrast to the new dark gray. And there were buckets on the peaked roof as if it too were being replaced.
The light of the early morning was starting to tint the sky light shades of blue. Kaitlyn had a carport next to the house. Dwayne watched from half a block away as she backed into her spot and got out of the vehicle. As she walked to her front door she chirped her car alarm to be sure it was set. When she went to put the key in the door, she looked around suddenly as if she felt she was being watched. Shaking her head, she went inside and closed the door.
