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

I rang Pamela first thing next morning. That sixth sense again? she asked as soon as she answered. I told her. This time her breathing didnt seem so calm. It was much heavier as I told her what I did to my husband and how much pain he was in. How is he now? she asked solicitously. Hes fine, I told her, a little sore still, but in full working order I made sure to check that out before he went to work. That had been a relief for both of us. And how did he feel about being humiliated like that in front of his son? she asked. Dont know, I admitted. I never thought to ask. Some men like to present a strong image to their sons. They dont want to be shown to be weak, especially by being kneed in their precious balls by their wife. I hadnt thought of that. Anyway, she pressed on, lets analyse this sixth sense of yours. You sensed something when you came home. There was no one in the house and nothing missing. Everything was as you had left it. Then you sensed it again when you went to the bathroom. Did you check to see if someone else was there? Well, no, I didnt. Why would I do that with my husband to attend to? Was she heartless or what? I dont believe in a sixth sense as some mystical thing, Mrs Wilson, she was in her lecture mode again. I think of it as our subconscious brain recognising clues we havent registered consciously. If you are sure there was nothing moved or missing and no one there when you got home, that can only mean you smelt something. That would fit with it fading and coming back later. Do you mean, I asked slowly as her reasoning sank in, that hed been inside and then came back and was actually there watching me from somewhere in the shadows? Thats what Im suggesting, she answered slowly. But, but, I stammered, I was naked. He saw me naked. That, Pamela replied, isnt the worst, not by a long shot. What do you mean? I asked. Could there be anything worse? Our profiler says that he is computer literate and will have read your hard drive and browser history. Anything youve been doing, hell know about. You could change your passwords to something more difficult to hack, but its probably too late now, she added helpfully. I sat silently, the phone against my ear, not knowing what to say. There were times when I thought that she might know a lot more about me than she let on. Mrs Wilson? Are you there? Pamelas voice was quiet but urgent. Are you OK? Im here, I told her. I wasnt sure about the OK bit. Lets be practical. How did he get in? Youre sure those new locks are secure? Yes, I checked them. They were all locked when I got back and when I went to bed. And the door? Well, obviously we lock it. But is it secure? Does it have a bolt or a chain? Can you deadlock it from inside? My silence told her the answer. Look, Mrs Wilson, this is a big ask, I know, but Ill run it past you. Go on. My voice must have told her I was dreading what she was going to suggest. My sixth sense probably already knew what it would be. Im pretty sure this is our man. Hes been getting in using the windows, and now somehow hes picked your lock or even got hold of a key. We could keep him out with some simple measures, but is that a good idea? You bet it was a good idea. But then he would attack you somewhere else. Somewhere we dont know about, which would make it difficult to protect you. This way, we know where the attack will come and can be prepared for it. What do you say? Are you up for it? What could I say? I thought about the risk I was running. This isnt just about you, Mrs Wilson. Pamela seemed to have a fully working sixth sense too. Its about all those other women wholl be in danger if we dont catch him. What could I say? I had to agree. Good, thats great, Mrs Wilson. Look, why not come down to the Municipal Building again and we can talk this through. See if there is some way we can set the scene for him. Some way to make conditions right to entice him into an attack. Shit.