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This was a routine they had. Their relationship was one very few had. They became roommates in the spring of their sophomore year at UGA. Although it had been years since they graduated, neither of them had felt the need to move out of the apartment they had rented. It seemed to work well for the both of them. Rebecca didn’t date much because she wanted to make her big break before she even started looking for the primate, as she would call him, for her baby bearing years. Samantha dated a lot but always seemed to throw her fish back in the sea.

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“What does that mean?” whined Sam, as she walked into the living room in her comfy clothes.
“I’m just saying that you never buy anything when you go by yourself and you know it. You are not fat, you do not have thunder thighs and your chest is, well it is a little small,” said Rebecca, looking away from the television to see Sam’s facial expression. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to see the look.
Sam’s mouth fell open and her eyebrows raised as she sat speechless staring at Rebecca. Rebecca laughs as she looks at Sam.
“I’m sorry Sam, I couldn’t let it pass by like that. I mean, you would’ve grabbed that door wide open, if it had been in front of you, and you know it. Besides you have nice boobs. At least they don’t hang down to your belly button,” said Rebecca stuffing popcorn in her mouth. Rebecca hated the fact Samantha could find self disgust in her own body yet would point out the most ridiculous so called facts about hers being an hourglass figure compacted in a five foot seven blonde package, weighing no more than a buck and a quarter. Which was true if you were looking at her, but not in her own eyes.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t like anything. What are you watching?” asked Sam changing the subject as she turned to see what was on the tube.
“Oh, some drama on Lifetime. You know, I’m a sucker for the tear-jerkers,” said Rebecca, and handed out her bowl of popcorn, not even looking to see if Sam was going to get any of it, she already knew she would. Sam was a creature of habit and that’s one of the things Rebecca liked about her. She knew she could count on her at any time.
“So, what are we going to do later?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“Well, I sure the hell don’t want to sit here all night long. Let’s go out for a change. I mean, we could throw on some jeans and head out to the bar. One that doesn’t matter what we have on. We aren’t looking for anyone anyway, so who cares what we wear,” said Rebecca. Sam watched the television thinking to herself, You may not be looking but I am.
“Well, are we going or not?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” said Sam.

Roy would sit and watch the ladies for hours at the mall. He always looked for the ones that walked fast and were alone. A woman that shopped alone was someone that he could make fall for him in no time. He smiled as he found his next target. She came out of the store looking angry and of course, without a shopping bag. The low self-esteemed single lady that he could manipulate into whatever he saw fit.
“There she is , the one that needs some reassurance,” Roy snickered to himself as he followed her out of the mall and to her car. He watched as she got in and drove off. He waited for another car to get behind her before he too pulled out behind her.
“I bet her hair smells like flowers, and her skin is as soft as rabbits fur.” He could feel the yearnings inside growing as he thought about what they would do together at his place. He followed her into an apartment complex.
“This is perfect! She’ll just think I live here too. God must love me tonight,” said Roy as he pulled his car into a space, just three spaces away from where his girl had parked. He turned off his car and got out. She walked toward the stairs next to unit two. He headed toward the same stairs. He just wanted to see where she lived. Tonight wasn’t the night. He knew this one was special and this meant he’d have to wait. He had this happen to him once before. This young girl about thirteen, she was special alright, she fought like a cat hung over a clothes line. Roy smiled, as he recalled the night he spent with his little sweetie. Roy walked behind the lady about one and a half flights of stairs so he wouldn’t make her feel alarmed about his presence. She stopped at the next floor and turned down the breeze way. Roy slowed his pace so he could see which door she went into, before he went up the next flight of stairs. Pausing at the landing of the stairs, he saw her slip into apartment 205. Roy smiled and turned down the stairs heading toward his car.
I’ll just stay here and wait to see if she leaves for the night, Roy thought, as he shut the door to his car. He smirked as he turned on the radio, he hated silence. He watched and waited like a lion in a field, waiting for the perfect time to sneak up on his prey. The moonlight reflected off his crystal blue eyes, like the sun kissed sea on a morning sunrise. Those baby blues got him places with the ladies, and he was thankful. Thankful to the extreme of talking about them to himself every time he caught his image in a mirror. Roy pulled down the sun-visor and picked at his teeth, he felt like he had forgotten to brush them. He picked in between the two front teeth, even though he didn’t see anything there, and of course this gave him another excuse to look at his baby blues.
“Yes, sir we are going to have us a ball with this one, She is a beauty! Plus this one is old enough to not cause such an up roar in the media. Yeah, we almost screwed up with the sweetie,” Roy said to himself, as he closed the sun-visor mirror and raised the visor into its original position. He glanced back in the direction of the walkway where his girls apartment was then leaned back in his seat. He adjusted the seat so he could lean his head back and see her if she was to leave. He hummed to the tunes of the best music artist in the world in his eyes, the one and only, Rod Stewart on the radio as he waited.
“You know, we have to get the tape this time, and the scissors. You remember what happened last time, that little Bitch, she screamed her fool head off, making it easy for the wolfs to find her. The damn wolves, their always listening!” Roy sat up strait as he heard a door shut and girls giggling. He watched as two woman walked across the walkway towards the stairs that led to the parking lot, where he waited.
“Hah, what is this? We going out tonight? Where are we going ladies? To the movies or to the bar?” When the woman came around the corner of the stairs and headed to their car he watched their every move. The sway of their strides, the bounce of their breasts, even the wind in their hair, made him feel swelled with thoughts of desire. He smiled as they chuckled and climbed in their car. He looked back at the walkway, then turned his attention back to the car as it pulled out. Roy adjusted his seat, cranked his car and followed.
Sitting at the red light, he watched in the rearview mirror, at the drivers eyes in front of him. Her eyes were slanted just a bit and her eyebrows were well groomed. He smiled as he thought about the nights events that he’d like to happen with them. He didn’t want to ruin their time together with fussing-about, and worrying with things that would get him caught. So, he always carried with him things he would need, in the event he had an opportunity as this. He knew he didn’t have the tape, but he could use his hand if he needed too.

The ladies turned into the parking lot of, ‘Bucking Pony’s’ bar. They parked in the first space they found available. Checking their make-up, and lipstick the ladies walked inside. There was neon lights hanging all over the walls that had every name of every beer a person could think of. The dance floor was wood with baby powder in the corners to keep your boots slipping as you danced. The actual bar was across the back of the club, the full length of the place. The five bartenders were pumping out drinks, feeding the frenzy of Saturday night life. Taking in the lights and noises around them Rebecca and Samantha made their way across the dance floor to the bar.

“What will it be ladies?” asked the bartender as she wiped the counter with a rag.

“I’ll have a fuzzy navel, with cherry juice.” said Samantha surveying the crowd not really looking at the bartender.

“I’ll have a Smirnoff.” said Rebecca smiling.

“Hey, what you want to do first? Get a table and view all the goodies that are here or dance?” asked Samantha

“I thought we were coming here to unwind and chill. We don’t want to fool with the guys tonight, remember?”

“Yeah, but what if it happens anyway?”

Shaking her head Rebecca turned to get their drinks.

“It’ll be ten dollars ladies.” said the bartender again wiping the counter with her rag after placing the drinks down for Rebecca. Rebecca gave her a ten then threw three bucks in her fish bowl as a tip. Picking up the drinks she heads for one of the open tables near the dance floor. Samantha follows sipping on her fuzzy navel.

The thump of the country music was just enough to get Samantha’s hips to move ever so slightly. As she swayed from side to side she took in the surrounding men that looked her way. Really none of them seemed to be her type, but there were some mighty good looking ones that she felt she could at least have some fun with on the dance floor. Rebecca sat her drink on the table then slide into the chair.

“Come on Sam sit down for a minute, the song is about over so we can’t go out there yet anyway.”

“Why, I’m fine standing. I don’t want to sit. We came out to dance and have fun Becca not sit like hermits and stare at the candy. Let’s taste some of it too.”

, thought Rebecca as she watched Sam sip her drink and scan the room.

Why does she act like this? This is why she wouldn’t ever get a man that was worth anything

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Roy gave the girls plenty of time to get settled inside the bar before he entered the bar himself. He couldn’t be sure if the blonde driving had paid any attention to him behind them. The cars that he tried to get in between them just seemed to part like the red sea and not keep him undercover. He took this as an omen. He would just watch tonight and see what happened. He now knew there were single women in the apartment complex that he could have anytime he felt it necessary.

A waitress leaned over the table giving Roy a full view of her cleavage as she ask him for his drink order. Roy gave her a smile then ordered a Budweiser never taking his eyes of her breast. He knew this is what she wanted or she wouldn’t have leaned over the table for him. He watched as she walked away shaking her perfect bubble butt as she walked. Chuckling at his thoughts Roy turned his attention back to the girls, the reason he was in the bar to begin with. The blonde was sitting at a table sipping her malt beer and the redhead was shaking her hips to the beat of some country song Roy was sure was older than the girl herself. This caused him to chuckle again. His sense of humor seemed to amaze him on many occasions. He sometimes wondered if others thought about things the way he did. Do others really see things the way he does, or is he special. Roy sometimes gave this theory full thought yet tonight he decided to chalk it up to his gift of observation. His waitress returned with his beer then sat in the chair at the table opposite Roy. Roy chuckled inside at his thoughts to why she would do this. It had to be because she thought he was attractive or maybe she thought he was loaded and she would get more of a tip if she laid on the flirtation. Either way, Roy found this amusing.

“That will be four-fifty,” said the waitress as she leaned over to adjust her pants in her boots showing off even more of her cleavage to Roy. Roy took out the cash and laid it on the table between them.

“What’s your name little missy?”

“Sarah, these pants are driving me crazy.” Sarah took the ten from the table and gave Roy a wink. “Do you need any change?”

“Let’s just keep it open for maybe another beer.”

“Alright then, thanks for the sit-down time,” Sarah said as she got up. Roy gave her another wink then turned his attention back to his girls once again. The redhead was the one he found the most attractive, she had a body that some would find intimidating yet others would long for. He also knew she was the one he followed out of the mall which gave him another advantage, she was insecure about herself. This gave him an open door to her heart and he was going to get it if it took him months. An easy kill was something he cherished over the impulses that would take hold of him at times. The impulses were the hard ones. He always seemed to underestimate his victims, just like the one that called the wolves. Even though calling the stupid wolves did her no justice.

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“Becca let’s go dance.”

“Let me finish this first.” Rebecca turned her beer up. Samantha headed for the dance floor never checking to see what Rebecca’s response was.

“Hey wait for me” yelled Rebecca as she clambered toward her.

“ Do you know how to do this one?” asked Samantha referring to the electric slide.

“Of course I do, surely that one drink hasn’t done you in already.”

“No, are you kidding?” Rebecca laughed as they filed in with the other people on the dance floor. Some of them would spin rather than dip and others would shake giving the so called unison of the dance an illusion to outsiders, ones who didn’t really know how to line dance.

Giggling as they stumbled to their table completely out of breath they sat for a rest.

“I can’t believe how out of shape I am. We have got to start doing this more often, I mean this has to be the best workout you can get. My heart hasn’t raced like this . . . Well, sense that Jason guy.”

Laughing Samantha replied, “ No kidding huh, I would say that says a lot for that Howard man you dated doesn’t it.”

“Oh, I forgot about him, he was a little bit of a drag now that I think about it.” Rebecca laughed.

“Hey, I think its time for another drink, what about you?”

“Yeah, I do believe it is.”

Heading toward the bar Rebecca gets this funny feeling. That feeling you get when someone is watching you. That urge to turn around and see who or what it is becomes overbearing, that kind of feeling. Turning, looking at all the surrounding faces taking note of all the ones looking her direction, whether or not they are actually looking at her or in her direction. Then she spots this man in the back ground barely visible staring right at her. She quickly looks away feeling that awkward feeling of being caught.

“What am I doing? I’m not some school girl who’s never made eye contact with the opposite sex before.”

“What? Did you say something?” Asked Samantha as she turned to see what Rebecca was stalling for.

“Uh, no. . . I was thinking out loud, that’s all.” Rebecca looked once more in the strangers direction. He was walking toward them, his eyes staring right into hers.

“Oh my God, he’s coming over here.”

“Who is?”

“Quick let’s make a bee line to the girls room.”

“What? I’ve ordered our drinks, what’s the matter with you?” asked Samantha trying to see what was making her friend so spastic. Then she saw him, a tall, at least six foot, dark haired man walking strait toward them. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. He was walking as if he had intentions. Intentions of maybe asking for a dance or a number or maybe Rebecca knew him and this was her problem.

“Not tonight, why do they have to come around when you really are not wanting the attention. Why do they seem to notice you when you are never in your best outfits? What is the deal with this?” asked Rebecca straightening her shirt over her hips.

“Looks like your about to get hit on, my friend.”

“Really!”

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“Excuse me.” Roy said as he stepped pass the girls to get him another beer.

“Uh, yeah. . . No problem.” Rebecca couldn’t believe it. She knew he was the one staring at her, she just knew it. She felt her face grow warm with embarrassment. The bartender yelled to get Samantha’s attention. Sam turned looked at her then back at Rebecca realizing something was awkward.

“Uh, yeah, right here.” Samantha squeezed up to the bar next to the man that her friend was so sure was about to hit on her, hell she was sure of it too.

“That will be ten fifty, honey.” said the bartender. Digging in her pants pocket Samantha was pulling out her cash when the man next to her threw a twenty on the counter and told the bartender to keep the change. He then turned to Samantha and gave her a wink as he turned around to lean against the bar.

Is he about to hit on me? You have got to be kidding. Me over the bombshell blonde. Oh my God what do I look like? I haven’t even went to the little girls room yet to freshen up. Ok, get it together Sam, its just a boy in a mans pair of pants, remember that. Fix your hair.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Is that all you can say? Thanks, jeez he is hot and damn honey he is hitting on you, say something