Renting Ginny

“’Where is my fucking computer, Ginny?’” “That’s what the note said?” Barbara asked, wide-eyed as we headed to her house. I nodded. “It was written on a piece of paper in big black letters and stuffed inside one of my dresser drawers. And once again I gave the names of the cross streets that I know damn well I’m correct on just to have the police tell us that no such streets – or person – exists.” “How strange,” Barbara said. “I don’t get it either. I just don’t get it. How can this woman have me arrested and kidnap me twice just to leave no record of my arrest or her existence? And how can an entire neighborhood cease to exist and become something entirely different? Am I losing my mind?” “Oh, no. Of course not, babe.” I wasn’t convinced. “There’s got to be some explanation. After all, your Dad said he saw this woman, right?” I nodded again. “At least one fitting the bitch’s description.” “You did right by calling the police. They should know what’s going on.” “But it’s not doing us any good. Not if they don’t know her real name and where the hell she lives. We can’t even figure out how she got into the house. Unless one of us was dumb enough to leave a door or a window unlocked, which I doubt, there’s absolutely no sign whatsoever of forced entry.” “So, what are they doing?” “They bagged the evidence and said they’d test it for prints, but I’m not expecting them to find anything.” “How frightening this must be for you,” said Barbara. “Yeah, she definitely puts the creep in creepy, alright. Holding me on her turf was one thing, but now she’s breaking into mine. I worry about my parents or the possibility of her breaking in when my little sister is home alone. Anina could kick the crap out of most people despite how skinny she is.” A moment of awkward silence passed and then Barbara said, “I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better, but all I can really say is that I’m glad you weren’t harmed and that you’re with me.” I smiled. “Thanks. That makes me feel better.” “Good,” she said, German accent giving the word an almost sexy ring. Barbara pulled the car into her driveway. “Now let’s just hope she doesn’t break in here somehow.” “If she does, I’ll blow her brains out for you,” Barbara said. I laughed, not accustomed to such graphic bluntness from the woman. She threw the car in park. I admired the way she moved. Every little thing she said and did seemed to turn me on. The way her hair bounced around her shoulders, her rich, sexy voice… I had barely taken two steps inside her house when she took my purse, dropped it to the floor and pinned me against the wall. She kissed me passionately, sending me into immediate ecstasy. “I’ve been dying to do this all day long,” she said, pulling her shirt off over her head. I watched with approval and then I pulled her to me as she slipped her hands under my own shirt and lifted it up and over my head. It fell to the floor as I pulled her to me once again, my hands roaming up and down her back. She pushed back from me a moment later and tugged at my jeans. After a few seconds of fumbling with my belt buckle, she said, “I’ll figure this out yet.” I giggled and assisted her in the removal of the belt. A moment later, we both stepped out of our jeans and in one fluid movement, she swept me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom. She threw me on the bed and growled playfully as she made like a cat ready to pounce. I giggled again, crawling toward the edge of the bed where our lips met once again. She pulled back and removed her bra and panties. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra as she began to tug at the skimpy string bikini I was sure to wear just for her. “Cute,” she said. I was glad she had noticed after all. We were in lip-lock once again, my desire and need quickly mounting. I pushed her back slightly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” “Tough,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Then she grinned playfully and said, “Don’t worry. I’m a fun tease and really good at it, too.” That she was. Her timing was perfect. Not that I’d been with many people before her to compare her to, but she had a way of making things last longer and of knowing just when it was time to put the fires out in which she so skillfully created. We were lying in bed chatting when I saw a shadow flutter across the bedroom window. Barbara hadn’t seen it because I was the only one facing the window. I sat up with a start. “What is it, hun?” Barbara asked. “Someone darted past the window.” Without raising her head from the pillow, Barbara glanced at the window. The blinds were closed, but shadows and sunlight were still visible. “I don’t think so, babe,” she said, turning back to face me, long black hair framing her face in a sexy way. I studied her dark eyes for a moment. “You don’t believe me, do you?” “I didn’t say that, hun. I just think you’re mistaking trees for people.” “But I’m not. I’m sure of what I saw. There’s no way that could have been a tree, as much as I wish to hell it had been.” Barbara glanced back at the window, still not raising her head from her pillow. The long black hair that splayed over it contrasted starkly against the white pillowcase. Again, she turned back to me. The doubt was evident in her eyes. Great, I thought, the woman thinks I’m mad! “Do you want me to go outside and check?” she asked. “Nah. We’ll just forget it and hope for the best.” But the tall, dark German woman rose from the bed anyway and grabbed her robe. I followed her down the hallway as she walked swiftly down it, long robe fluttering behind her. “Stay here,” she told me. I stopped moving. I heard what sounded like her opening a drawer in the kitchen, and then the front and back doors opened and closed. She returned to the kitchen and reappeared a moment later. “Nothing,” she said, guiding me back into the bedroom. She pulled off her robe and let it fall to the floor. Then she gently pushed me onto the bed and said, “I’m not finished with you anyway.” Barbara was the best aid for distracting me from the maniac that still walked the streets. For the next half hour, nothing existed in my world but Barbara herself. Barbara’s voice. Barbara’s touch. Barbara’s lips. Barbara’s tongue. Barbara’s incredible body. The next time we lay spent and trying to catch our breath, the sun was beginning to set. “That was so much fun,” I said. “It was,” the college professor agreed. “I can’t believe you’re forty-five either.” “Why?” “Why?” I said with surprise. “Are you kidding? You’ve got a body swimsuit models have.” She giggled as I ran my hand down her flat, firm tummy. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” “Most of the twenty-somethings in this country would envy you. We don’t usually come as tall and as slim as you lovely German ladies do.” She pulled my face towards hers. “You are a beautiful, blue-eyed angel.” We kissed, and then I noticed the look of concern on her face. “What is it, professor?” I asked, rising to my elbow. Still lying down, she looked at me and ran her fingers through my golden locks. “Well, it’s just that I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Was she saying she wasn’t all that into me? “About what?” I asked. “At my age, most of us don’t just play around.” “I’m glad to hear that. I know I’m a lot younger than you, but neither do I.” I suddenly realized how contradictory and even hypocritical that sounded. “Meaning you were either a client of mine or you were someone I was serious with.” She studied me intently. “How do I know you won’t return to the escort service?” I laughed. “No chance after the hell I’ve been through.” “Your youth worries me a little, too. You could live another fifty or sixty years. That’s a long time to spend with the same person.” “It could never be long enough if it’s with the right person. Oh, we may be attracted to others along the way. It’s only human nature. We can love the same person all our lives, but we can’t expect to be attracted to just one person and one person only throughout life.” “I suppose you’re right. But when I’m starting to get old, you’ll still be young and pretty.” I laughed again. “Age is just a number and either way, looking, admiring and even a little flirting is one thing; throwing away a good thing is another. As long as I’m not abused, there’s no reason you would have to worry about losing me.” I leaned in to kiss her just as the glass in the bedroom window shattered, followed by the sound of a loud pop.