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I lay in the summer sun and felt the heat sear my flesh. I groaned audibly, surrendering to the oppressive heat, the utter mastery of the sun over my helpless body.
“God, I love summer,” I murmured. I heaved another delighted sigh, focusing all my sensory attention on my bare skin. I lay there for what seemed a blissful eternity, greedily soaking up the sun’s rays.
My parents were on a two week vacation and had asked me to house-sit for them. It was a gorgeous house: two stories, set in a hill side so that the bottom story was invisible from the front of the house but walked out onto a back yard deck/patio that itself overlooked a beautiful, well cared for yard. There were trees, lawn, a pond with a waterfall, and a pergola with vines growing on it to offer shade. I immediately took them up on the offer, of course, visions of two relaxing weeks sunbathing in minimal clothing proving more than enough of a temptation. I myself was on summer break from school, and while I was starting an internship later in the season, those two weeks were open.
It hadn’t taken me long to relax into it. It wasn’t even noon on my parents’ first day gone and I was face down on a towel spread out on the deck, clad only in a white thong. The sun bearing down on me seemed to keep all thought from my mind; my occasional moans the only sound other than that of the birds and the slight breeze.
The gate latch clinked. The clear sound jarred my reverie and I raised my head, confused for a moment as to what it could mean. The back yard was fenced off, and the gate to the back yard had just opened. It was out of sight around a corner of the house, but there was no mistaking that sound. “Perhaps a workman of some kind?” I thought.
Thinking back on it, this thought alone should have alarmed me, as having a face-to-face conversation with a plumber or electrician wearing naught but a teeny thong would have been pretty awkward. I think the sun was still impairing my thought processes and brain function had yet to return to full power. In any case, it wouldn’t have made a difference – unless I had somehow scampered inside before the intruder made it around the corner of the house and saw me. But that’s neither here nor there at this point. What matters is that I lay there, frozen, propped up on my elbows, eyes directed in the direction of the sound.
It couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds before she rounded the corner, but it felt a lot longer than that, the anticipation building as my mental focus returned. Then there she was, a young-looking woman – in her thirties perhaps – with hair cut short like a boy’s, wearing jeans and a tank-top. She looked around, clearly taking in the yard for the first time, and before two more seconds had passed she spotted me.
She froze as soon as she did. Then, a short moment later, relaxed again and started walking slowly towards me, though with a wariness that was not there before. I began to blush deeply, suddenly very cognizant of my bare ass, and leaned back into a kneeling position. It covered my butt, but without exposing too much of the rest of me either.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Hi,” I said. “Can I help you?”
She smiled charmingly at me, taking a few more steps towards me. My blush deepened. “I’m looking for Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler?” Her expression was so innocent. I thanked her mentally for taking my nudity in stride and not making it more awkward than it had to be.
“They’re not here at the moment,” I replied. “They’re on vacation right now.”
“Oh,” she responded, seeming surprised. There was a short pause, then she asked, “And when will they be returning?” There was something in the way she asked it that should have given me pause – but I’m probably only saying this in hindsight. In any case, I wanted to finish this conversation and send her on her way as soon as possible. Being surprised by an attractive female stranger in your back yard, wearing only a thong, is somewhat uncomfortable. I was keenly aware of her eyes on my body at this point.
“They only left yesterday. They’ll be gone for two weeks.”
“Oh,” she said again, nodding her head this time. It’s just you here then? There’s no one else I can talk to until they get back?”
Again, this was a somewhat odd question to be asking, and I did notice it this time – but by now my fate was sealed, in any case. And she really seemed quite harmless, and I really did want to end the conversation, if only to get her out of the back yard.
“No, it’s just me. I’m house-sitting for them until they get back.”
Her smile made me very uneasy. It was humorous, satisfied, and malicious – all at once. She straightened her posture, gave me that wicked smile, and said, “Well. Then we have time to do this the fun way.” She reached behind her back and pulled out of her jeans a small pistol. My stomach fell to the floor.
“I’m here to rob your house, if you can’t tell by now. But first things first: we need to get you tied up.”