Megan’s Sleepover

Megan’s Sleep Over.

Part One: Cable outage

He watched through the first floor window as she dialed the number on the back of the cable box and smiled to himself. This is going to be too easy, he decided. She waded through the menu options and then waited on hold for awhile staring at the static covered screen until she finally turned off the TV in disgust. He watched her pace back and forth in her underwear, unaware of her ill-gotten admirer just outside. He knew it must be much warmer inside than out, since she was wearing a pair of white ankle socks, red knit panties and a thin white halter top with the phrase lover girl emblazoned across the front. He tried to decide just how tall she was from here, coming to the conclusion that she had to be at least 5’7, it not a shade taller.
Her straight brown hair hung down to the middle of her back and had just a hint of red high lights in it. He watched her turn and stalk across the living room again, admiring the elegant curves of her slim figure as it passed again. He tried to decide on eye color, but couldn’t make it out from where he stood. Even in the cold he felt himself grow hard as she tossed her hair and retraced her steps, kicking a pillow out of the way with a shapely leg. She stopped in mid step, turning back toward the entertainment center, clearing the support tech had answered the phone. He waited until she had discussed the problem and hung up the phone in frustration before reconnecting the coaxial cable to the adapter in the cable panel outside.
Making his way through the snow along side of the house he clipped the plastic lock that held the phone box cover on. Using his screwdriver he disconnected the phone wires to the house, leaving her without an outside line. Smiling confidently he marched around to the front door, counting off a full five minutes before he knocked loudly. The tiny peephole darkened briefly as she peered out at him and then the door opened just a crack. Brown eyes, he determined, And pretty ones. I am going to enjoy this.
She stared at him a moment before speaking.
“Yes?” She said at last, suspiciously looking past him in the gathering dusk of night fall.
“Excuse me, miss, I understand your cables out.”
“They said I wouldn’t see anyone until Tuesday.” She replied, eyes narrow.
“I was just up the block and got the call a second ago on my way home. If you want, I can come back another time…” He turned to leave, knowing what was to come next.
“No! No, that’s fine. I’m expecting some friends and I really need to get the movie channels tonight. Please, come in.” She opened the door wide, letting him in along with a flurry of wind tossed snowflakes. “Brr! You must have been freezing out there.” She hid behind the door, suddenly mindful of her attire as he stepped inside the entryway.
He pretended not to notice her predicament as he walked in, stomping his boots to clean off the thick snow.
“Where’s the cable box?” He asked, up the hall toward where it diverged into both living and dining rooms. She closed the door behind him, stepping behind the coat rack and leaning out to look at him.
“In the living room, above the TV.” She followed him at a distance, her confidence a little lost as he followed her directions. He reset the cable modem, watching the lights flash sporadically for several seconds before he turned around. She stood at the edge of the living room, arms folded across her chest, her face clearing showing that she wasn’t sure what to say or do.
He smiled, feigning surprise and looked away quickly, earning a blush from the young girl.
“Not exactly the welcome I’m used to receiving, but a welcome change.” He looked up again to see that her arms were uncrossed and her reddened expression showed she was very much flattered. “Um, hey, where’s the remote?” He asked, putting the icing on his cake of deception.
“Right there.” She pointed to the edge of the coffee table, and he picked it up, crossing the room to hand it to her.
“If you want to do the honors.” She looked at him quizzically, taking the remote and turning the TV back on. MTV began blaring the latest hits immediately, and she laughed.
She tossed her hair, noticing that he was admiring her shyly.
“I don’t, uh, normally dress like this…”
“You’ll get no complaints from me, miss,” He held up his hands defensively. “Like I said, it’s a welcome change.” He turned to look back at the screen. “It looks like you’re up and running.”
“That’s it then?” She asked, brushing a lock of brown hair back behind her right ear.
“I just need a signature.” He stated, glancing back at her face and then away again. He held up his clipboard for her. “Sorry, but I lost my pen earlier.”
She took the clipboard and turned around, heading for the kitchen.
“No problem, my dad keeps all kinds of pens in his desk drawer. I’ll be right back.”
He padded along behind her quietly, waiting until she had stepped into the office before stopping. Her back still turned she dug through the drawer for a pen she liked and signed the document quickly. “There,” She turned, wanting him to be looking at her backside. He already was. “I guess you’re ready to go.” He heard a hint in her voice that said she wasn’t ready for the flirting to end.
“Megan, huh? That’s a pretty name, for a pretty girl.
She blushed, and he pointed past her to a series of plaques on the wall.
“Your dad must be some kind of a big shot.”
“Yea, I guess you could say that. It just means he travels a lot, and works a lot of hours. Kind of boring, really.” She brushed another frustrating lock of hair behind her ear again, turning to stair at his outstretched hand in fear and surprise. “What…?” She gasped as he stepped toward her, grabbing her by the arm.
“Try to keep calm, honey, this is a robbery. Nothing else. I am not going to hurt you.” He commanded, his grip too strong for her to break free.
“You don’t want to do this, my parents will be home any minute now.” She insisted, staring at the gun.
“Actually they won’t, they are on a trip of their own, celebrating their anniversary.” He grinned at her frightened expression. “Oh, yes, I know all about their little trip.”
She stood their frozen in fear for a moment before responding.
“Please don’t hurt me,” She turned away from him, reaching for the desk to anchor herself to.