Thread: The rapist's next victim (Foxy Lady and CougarGirl)

It was mid morning when I got the phone call. Someone called Pamela Davidson was ringing from the Municipal Building saying that there were matters she needed to discuss and could I come down later. She wasnt very specific, but you know what these officials are like. They like to come over all mysterious and dont give anything away. Would it be convenient to come this afternoon? Well, actually since she asked, no it wasnt convenient, but she made it clear that this wasnt negotiable, so I cancelled my appointment for the afternoon and headed down to the Building. As soon as I set foot inside, a woman approached me and introduced herself as Pamela Davidson. I followed her through the building, past all the main offices and through a locked door. For a moment, I wondered if she was working in consort with the rapist and this was a trap to lure me into some isolated room where he would Well, I didnt want to dwell on that. But eventually we found ourselves in a small office where a man was waiting. Pamela didnt introduce me to him, but told me to take a seat at the table. Then she produced her ID and told me she was a police officer. Then the bottom fell out of my world. Mrs Wilson, she told me formally, I am part of the team investigating the rapes that have taken place recently. We have reason to believe that you may, I emphasise that word, you may be the rapists next victim. What can you say to something like that? I just sat there, staring at her. The man poured some water and passed it to me, for what good that would do. Finally, I said the only word that came into my head Why? Why? Pamela repeated. Do you mean why do we believe that or why did the rapist pick on you? Both very good questions and the answer is the same. Profiling. Our profiler, she nodded in the direction of the man beside her, believes that there is a clear indication of the type of person who will be selected as the next victim and you match the profile. But how, I persisted, do you know it will be me? We dont, she told me. Remember I emphasised that you may be the next victim. You fit the profile, just as others do. But we needed to warn you, as we are warning the others, and to ask you to help us. I was having trouble taking this in. But, I protested, Im not like any of the women whove been raped. Pamela exchanged a meaningful glance with the profiler. Thats right, she told me, as far as you know, as far as the public knows. But we have information that we havent released. Enough to make us reasonably confident. So what am I supposed to do? I asked helplessly. First, Mrs Wilson, please dont tell anyone. Not your husband, not your son, not your best friend. Not even, the profiler spoke for the first time, your lover. And just behave normally, Pamela added, as if that were the simplest thing in the world. But, the profiler intervened again, let us know if anything happens that is out of the ordinary. Anything at all. However small or insignificant it may seem. Youll be given a dedicated phone number, Pamela added, and were going to keep you under discreet surveillance. I walked out of the building and into a nightmare.