Molly sat up and looked over her shoulder. There was a man standing on the fragile dining room chair. His penis hung limply between his legs. Behind him, the door stood open revealing the beautiful sparkling waterfall. Sunrays danced across the rippling water one moment, and then the next, everything went black. The man slammed the door and leaned against it breathing hard and looking around.
Carefully Molly edged toward the telephone, she didn’t think the man had seen her yet. She hoped he hadn’t. Her hand fumbled at her back for the telephone. She grasped instead a book, and sent the telephone fumbling to the floor. There was a loud clatter, and his eyes met hers.
The room echoed with a dial tone for a moment that soon turned into the loud “off the hook” sound. Molly was afraid to speak in fact the air seemed to be rattling from her chest in a terrified quiver. Her one weapon had been the phone. She thought for sure rape was eminent.
The man’s chest was heaving as heavily as her own. He too seemed terrified, but she was almost certain it wasn’t she that had frightened him. He stepped down, making the rather large item move and shift along with the rest of him. Molly blushed and covered her eyes- she might be soon to become intimate with that thing, but in the meantime she was going to be discreet. Her mind raced, was there anything she could throw at him, or anything she could use to fend him off?
The answer was discomforting- not really. She looked up to see him standing two arm lengths away. He was moving closer to her, and stopping every few inches. If he weren’t a bad man, he would have made a lovely statue. She felt a drop of water fall onto her knee and soak into the fabric of her pajamas. She had to do something, but the question was, what could she possibly do? Thinking fast, Molly grabbed a bag of Lindor Truffles- a gift from Mr. Perfect. Pulling out one shiny wrapped bundle of goodness, she threw it toward the couch.
The man’s eyes followed the candy, perplexed, and interested. This gave Molly enough time to jump to her feet and grab the phone. She began to dial while he walked over and picked up the shiny object. Something wasn’t right here she realized it even as she dialed her mother’s number. (Sure, some might call the police in a tight spot, but those few had never met Mother.) She stopped before hitting the seventh number, her finger hovering above the button. He seemed disinterested in her carnal treasure, and more interested in the candy she had tossed away. Could it be that a harmless naked man had wandered into her home?
Carefully Molly edged toward the telephone, she didn’t think the man had seen her yet. She hoped he hadn’t. Her hand fumbled at her back for the telephone. She grasped instead a book, and sent the telephone fumbling to the floor. There was a loud clatter, and his eyes met hers.
The room echoed with a dial tone for a moment that soon turned into the loud “off the hook” sound. Molly was afraid to speak in fact the air seemed to be rattling from her chest in a terrified quiver. Her one weapon had been the phone. She thought for sure rape was eminent.
The man’s chest was heaving as heavily as her own. He too seemed terrified, but she was almost certain it wasn’t she that had frightened him. He stepped down, making the rather large item move and shift along with the rest of him. Molly blushed and covered her eyes- she might be soon to become intimate with that thing, but in the meantime she was going to be discreet. Her mind raced, was there anything she could throw at him, or anything she could use to fend him off?
The answer was discomforting- not really. She looked up to see him standing two arm lengths away. He was moving closer to her, and stopping every few inches. If he weren’t a bad man, he would have made a lovely statue. She felt a drop of water fall onto her knee and soak into the fabric of her pajamas. She had to do something, but the question was, what could she possibly do? Thinking fast, Molly grabbed a bag of Lindor Truffles- a gift from Mr. Perfect. Pulling out one shiny wrapped bundle of goodness, she threw it toward the couch.
The man’s eyes followed the candy, perplexed, and interested. This gave Molly enough time to jump to her feet and grab the phone. She began to dial while he walked over and picked up the shiny object. Something wasn’t right here she realized it even as she dialed her mother’s number. (Sure, some might call the police in a tight spot, but those few had never met Mother.) She stopped before hitting the seventh number, her finger hovering above the button. He seemed disinterested in her carnal treasure, and more interested in the candy she had tossed away. Could it be that a harmless naked man had wandered into her home?
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