Red Sweater Tom

A Day To Relax?

You roll over onto your side and face Tom, who is laying on his back, looking at the ceiling with a huge smile on his face. You admire him for a second, then move closer to him, resting one arm on his chest along with your head. He wraps his arm around your naked figure and pulls you even closer to him.

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"I can't get enough of your soft skin..." He says, gently moving his finger tips along your side.

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You get more goosebumps from his gentle touch. He chuckles and feels the goosebumps. You chuckle back, no longer embarrassed by the effect he has on you. He looks down at you and kisses the top of your head.

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"Well darling, I guess this will be a nice relaxing day for both of us," he says, and the tone of his voice says he's smiling.

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"That sounds perfect, Tom," you say, also smiling. Your taking in as much of the moment as you can, hoping it isn't a trick your mind is playing on you, praying it's not another day dream.

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You both lay there with only the sheets covering your bodies. You fall in an out of sleep for about an hour and a half. You wake up around 1 to find yourself alone in bed.

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"Tom?" You say loudly. When there's no reply, you get up and out of bed and slip on a pair of panties and one of the oversized tshirts sitting on your dresser. As soon as you put it on, you realize it smells just like Tom and assume that it's the one he wore this morning.

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You walk around your house to find that you're alone. You walk back into your bedroom feeling many different emotions all at once. ~did it really happen? Am I going crazy? If it did happen, why did he leave? What did I do wrong?~ you're running a million different questions through your mind and feel as if you're about to cry.

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You then spot a loose piece of paper on the nightstand and walk over to it.

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It's a note from Tom saying that he has gone to get lunch for the two of you and he will be back around 2.

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You smile with relief. ~I guess I should hop in the shower before he gets back~ you think, grabbing a towel.

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You take your ipod with you to the bathroom so you can play music while you shower. You plug it into the mini speaker and turn up the volume. You shuffle your favorite playlist and then get in the shower.

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As you're singing along and washing your hair, you think you hear something outside the bathroom. You open the shower door, and pause the music. "Hello?" You tell out, seeing if Tom is back early. There's no reply and you decide you were just being paranoid and turn the music back on.

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You finish your shower and turn the music and water off. You wrap the towel around you, and wipe the mirror so you can see your face. You start to get your toothbrush ready, but then hear something in the kitchen. You pause, then crack the door open and peak out. "Hello?? Tom?" You say but nobody responds. You start to panic. You left your cell in the bedroom, so you have nothing to contact the police if there's an intruder.

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Not knowing what to do, you grab the toilet cleaning brush and hold it close to you. You peak your head out again and sneakily walk towards your bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. You make it to your bedroom and set your "weapon" down, then race for your phone. On the screen it shows one text message from an unknown number. You slide it unlocked and the message pops up.

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Your stomach drops, and you immediately feel sick. You know who it is the moment you read the words.

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'I hope you enjoyed your last few hours with lover boy, because your time with him is up. It's time for him to lose his "something special" and go through what I went through.'

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You panic and hit the home bottom, trying to get to the dialing screen to call the police.

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Just then you hear the hard wood floor creak behind you. You turn around quickly and let out a gasp.

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~end part 18~

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