BlackBlade
Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2023
Robert met Camellia, or Cammie, in the local diner he began to frequent about several months ago. He sat at the short bar on a small circular stool, gazing up at the dirty menu on the wall. he had only meant to stop for a quick Coke and maybe homemade pie, but when he had seen the young girl, his world seemed to up-end all at once. She was beyond pretty. Fresh-faced, soft brown hair so light it might have passed for blond under a bright summer sun. Eyes of hazel or softer brown, flecks of green perhaps. Her body suggested of a youthful energy and exuberance, curves indicating the coming of womanhood. The swell of her young breasts had also not reached the fullness of maturity, but enough to make his mouth water. She had worn a simple work dress, covered by a dirty apron, yet it did not hide the delicious shape of her body. He was smitten.
Tongue-tied and suddenly nervous, Robert had a hard time ordering the Coke and pie, and then opted for a full meal. Cammie came by often to check in on him, yet another sign of her loveliness, kindness, and potential interest in him. Or had it been just his imagination? Needless to say, he had eaten a full five course meal that first day by the time he had worn out his welcome. On subsequent visits--had it been daily?--Robert sat at his usual stool and tried to engage Cammie in conversation. She was always polite, pleasant, and had a smile to offer him. Yet she never revealed too much about herself or her personal life beyond the walls of the greasy diner.
Robert had made a point to follow her home. Hidden behind the wheel of his slow-moving SUV, the cautious man came up with several stories and excuses, in case he had ever gotten pulled over by the local authorities. So he would use some lame excuse and hopefully get out of any further scrutiny. Thankfully, he had not ever been caught in the three, four, or five times he had driven slowly in the dark to follow her home. He would not kidnap her, no! He was not that kind of creep. But his thoughts were as dark and lascivious as they could get, as he gazed longingly at this teenage girl. She had mentioned being sixteen, he recalled, so he was hopeful of avoiding other charges if he was ever caught.
And when he had discovered that Cammie's mom was single, the devilish smile emerged, and he began to concoct a new plan.
Three months later, after several dates and a couple of overnight stays, Robert was in. Caroline was not a bad looking woman. far from it. He saw where Cammie had gotten her looks from. Yet now, he was part of their lives. Now he was a welcome and frequent visitor. Now he could talk to his true heart, his target, his....reason for all of this, reason for living, reason for his diabolical planning. Now, he could have the girl of his dreams. Now he would be complete, at last.