Episode One

I look to my left as I'm opening the door to the restaurant and I see Him.....He's standing across the street waiting patiently for the walk sign to light up. I've seen Him before, around town and always with His silver mirrored aviator glasses. Each time our paths have crossed I have felt His eyes penetrate me through those glasses. I pause in the door way; captivated by Him, then the connection is broken as someone walks through the door that I'm still holding ajar. I take a deep breath and compose myself, as I do this I look back in His direction & see the hint of a smirk appear on His face. I begin to walk through the door, my eyes unable to look away from Him through the window. I finally lose sight of Him to the wall. I shake my head to clear it and remember that I'm in a hurry. I'm on my lunch break and only have 25 minutes left of the 45 minutes given. I've placed my order and am standing  against the wall in a daze thinking of Him, when I get pulled from my thoughts with that feeling of being watched. I look up and He is at the counter turning away from me. He is waiting to place an order. I look away and when I look back He is looking directly at me. My number is called.  With my stomach flip flopping I begin to walk to the counter. I have to walk past Him to get my order. He turns His attention to the person behind the counter waiting to take His order. As I walk I never take my eyes off Him. Not once does He turn back to look at me.  As I pass behind Him I feel His hands gently brush my side as He adjusts them behind His back. Was that on purpose? I walk a little faster to the other end of the counter where my food awaits me. My breathing a little erratic, and my face a little flushed, I grab my food almost knocking over some condiments, and rush to the bathroom which is directly to my left, to escape Him. I enter the bathroom and lock the door. I walk up to the sink and notice how flushed my face is. I wet a paper towel and begin to dab my face and neck, enjoying the coolness on my skin. I hear the toilet flush and it makes me jump. A woman comes out of the only stall and walks to the sink. I move out of her way with a barely audible 'Sorry, door was unlocked'. The woman dries her hands and looks at me with a funny expression. She then walks over and opens the door. I go back to the mirror mess with my hair and decide enough time has passed and He should have His order and be gone by now. Regardless, I should leave so I can make it back to work on time. I have the paper towel in my hand as I reach for the handle. I hear muffled voices through the door as I turn the knob. The door is only open a crack when I look up and see those damn glasses staring me in the face. I panic and try to shut the door on Him, but He is too quick. With that damn smirk he shoves the door open just enough for Him to slip through. I have stumbled back to the sink from His forced entry. He shuts and locks the door never taking His eyes off me. I hear an angry fist pounding on the other side of the door. I'm gripping the sink that's behind me as he smiles and starts slowly making His way toward me. With my heart racing I make a mad dash for the stall, only to have Him grab and push me against the side of it. I now find myself penned against the stall wall with his arms on each side of my head. I can't look at Him and instead am focusing on His pristine white Adidas. They're so clean and white, I long to step on them to leave a dirty mark, my mark. He whispers for me to look at Him. I shake my head no. He hits the stall with His right hand and repeats for me to look at Him. Again I shake my head no. He again hits the wall beside my head and cups my chin gently raising my head.  I shut my eyes. He leans into my right ear and whispers ' Look at me', and as He says the word 'look' His tongue touches my lobe. With my heart racing wildly and my body betraying me with it's response, I look at Him. He pulls His hand away from my face. I can see my wide eyed reflection in His glasses and wonder at how I'm not terrified, I'm the exact opposite. How can this be?  As he lowers His hands to his sides He slides His left hand down the front of my neck and down my breast bone. He tells me 'good girl' as he sees my pulse pounding in my neck and the goose bumps where His hand has just touched. He leans a little closer and I anxiously await to experience His lips on my skin. There's another angry pound on the bathroom door followed by some angry shouts. I turn towards His lips and he says against my jaw 'Not till I have you begging'. His warm breath nearly makes my knees buckle. He reaches down and pulls the damp paper towel I'm still clutching from my unsteady hand. He puts it to His nose, then folds it neatly and places it into His back pocket. With an almost cruel smile He turns and walks to the door. I am left behind, the stall wall barely holding me up. He turns the lock on the brass handle and opens the door to an aggravated older woman. She begins to tell Him just what she thinks of Him, but before she can get the first sentence out, He leans down to her and says something that makes her laugh. The woman's face lights up and she looks at me with a smile. He walks away without looking back. I am peeling myself off the wall as the smiling woman enters the bathroom. With a look of past memories dancing in her eyes she proclaims aloud ' Oh to be young again'. I ask her 'What just happened'? She responds with 'According to your young man; it is just the beginning'. My young man, that statement makes me laugh and all I can think is 'Please Sir, may I have some more'.

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