ROXANNE !


 It was a cold and windy night and a slight drizzle was on.

The hitchhiker stood alongside the highway wrapped in a shawl. She was thumbing a ride. Frank ,who was heading in the same direction pulled up alongside her.
“Can I give you a lift ?” He asked pleasantly
The woman smiled at him and replied, “You sure can ,mister.”
He opened the door and she got in. .He then found a gear and drove on down the lonely highway.
She was a about eighteen ,blonde, with piercing green eyes.
“How come you are on the road at this hour ?” Frank inquired curiously
 “My boyfriend left me because I won’t  have sex with him,” she replied bluntly
“Fine boy friend you have, ditching you like this, and in this weather” Frank replied sarcastically .
“Yeah,” She answered evenly, “He’s a  bastard all right, but I will get even !” she said bitterly.
“How far do you live from here?"He asked.
“A few miles down the road” she replied quickly
“Perhaps you can come in and have some coffee,” She suggested, with a bright smile ,which revealed perfect lily white teeth “You look like a nice man.”
“You mean you live alone?, asked Frank .
“Not really, I have a room mate,” she replied evenly,  "she’s out of town, gone to see her parents”.
“Oh, I see” ,replied Frank.," By the way ,my name is Frank
“Mine's is Roxanne,”
“That’s a pretty name , ” he offered smiling, ”Reminds me of a movie I saw years ago called “Cyrano.”
“Cyrano?” she asked , raising her brows curiously
“Yes ” he replied ,”He was a master swordsman who had a huge nose, and any one who taunt him about it ended up dead.!”
“ Wow!” she said  amazed ,”He was sure sensitive about it”
“Yes, he certainly was,” Frank said adding,” Any way, he had a secret love for his cousin  Roxanne ,but he was so sensitive about his nose, that he declined to tell her.of his love for her”
“His cousin?” she asked surprised.
“Yes, They could  marry in those days.”
“And what happened? ”she asked.,her curiousity aroused.
“Well” He explained,” Roxanne fell in love with a fellow named Christian ,but Christian was a shy young man, and he didn’t know how to express his love for her ,so. he told  Cyrano, who was also a Poet and a friend of his about his love for Roxanne. Cyrano agreed to speak for him secretly ,as he did not want to reveal himself to her and Christian agreed ,.not knowing about Cyrano’s secret love for her. of course., and with Cyrano’s poetic  words, Christian had won her over and they were happily married.”
“Wow, that’s a great story” She said in a child’s voice,” And what happened to Cyrano?,” she asked curiously.
Frank noticed that her voice would change in to a child’s voice occasionally, but gave it no thought.
“ Well” he replied clearing his throat,,” He became an alcoholic, and was killed when a coach that ran over him”
“How sad !”she said sympathetically,and he seemed to have been such a nice man."
 
They drove in silence a few more miles, and the young lady said “You can stop here now, please.” Frank looked out of the window at the house. It stood a short distance away from the road, in what he surmised was an isolated area, he couldn’t see any other buildings nearby, which he thought was strange.
 It  was a small bungalow with  a little garden in front . Roxanne got out and invited him  and told him to follow. They walked down a narrow footpath to the door.She inserted the key and turned the knob.

Frank stood motionless as she opened the door.

Once inside, the girl switched on the lights, which revealed a very modern living room, with a fifty inch TV facing a long cream leatherette sofa.. On the coffee table was a pile of women’s magazines.
“You can sit down and make yourself comfortable while I go and make the coffee”She suggested with a smile.
. Frank sat down as the girl went into the kitchen.

A strange feeling  of dread  washed over him as he sat down.. Something just wasn’t right!  but he couldn’t figure out what.He took up a magazine and began browsing through, uninterested..
“Are you married “ The girl asked suddenly from the kitchen
“Use to be, "He replied,"but that was five years ago!
“I am sorry”she said.
“That’s okay,I tried ,but it didn’t work out! ”he said stiffly ,“I guess we were incompatible”
“How do you like your coffee? “ She asked,
“Black!” Frank replied
“Okay, a black coffee coming up !”
She came out of the kitchen, holding a cup and saucer .and handed it to him. Frank took it and smiled, "Thanks!”
“Drink  while I go and change into something more comfortable”.she suggested.in a seductively husky voice.
Frank took a sip.” Hmmm, tastes great! ”he commented.
“Thanks “she replied.
She turned and walked behind a curtain .that hung over a doorway .
As He sipped the brew, he wondered what the night would unfold . He still felt uneasy.

A short while later, she returned wearing a short ,see through nightie.
Frank gasped and almost spilled his coffee at the sight.
“Do you like it ?” she asked .playfully
“Yes,” Replied Frank “ Very much,!“ staring at her young figure beneath the flimsy  garment. He felt his heart leap into his throat and a twitching in his pants .
“ You look great !”he stammered ,setting down the coffee.
“It was given to me by my  boy friend on my twenty first birthday “she explained shyly.
“He certainly had good choice ”Frank replied.

She sat down next to him. He could feel her warm body close to him. His breathing became staggered
He hadn’t sex in a long time ,his life being consumed by his work as a Chartered Accountant at a prestigious firm in the Downtown, Calgary.
“how do you like the coffee? She asked. ”Need a refill ?”
“No thanks .It tastes great “
“Glad you like it. You are such a handsome man” she purred .stroking his face tenderly
“Er ,well, I guess I do have my  looks’ he.said modestly .  She inched closer ,a far away look coming into her eyes .”I do like mature men. You know?”
Frank didn’t reply as he felt her hands on his crotch.
She began kissing him and his passion reeled.
“Not here,” She whispered softly in his ear,” Let’s go into the bedroom”
She got up and said in a coquettish way ,”Follow  me, love”she winked at him.
Frank now trying hard to control his erection, followed like a dog in heat.

The bedroom was shadowy ,saved for a light from a bedside lamp.
‘Undress while I go and freshen up“ she said softly.
In a flash, Frank got out of his clothes and into the warm bed, anticipating a night of bliss. and pleasure.
He could hear a tap running in the bathroom. as his heart thumped in anticipation.
A short while later, she returned, naked, carrying what looked alike a piece of silken cord in her small hands.
 “I like to play a little game first.” ,She whispered softly as she crept into bed next to him, lowering her breasts to his lips.
Frank sighed .as she began to tie his arms to the bed posts.

After tying his arms, she found his manhood and sat on it ,enveloping it with her hot tender flesh..
Frank was elevated to bliss as she began moving , up and down slowly, sensuously. He moaned with pleasure and closed his eyes to focus on the sensations that raced through his body.He didn't see her reached under the pillow and retrieved a long blade knife.
 “Filth !”, She screamed suddenly, “ You are all filth!”
 Frank opened his eyes  and froze!
He gasped in horror as he saw that she held a huge kitchen knife in her raised hands! Her beautiful face had contorted into a mask of hate, her eyes flashing , she brought it down in an awkward curve., screaming insanely all the while “Filth!, Filth!” as she stabbed him repeatedly. The ugly face of her drunken father sexually assaulting her as a child flashed through her tormented mind as she continued her bloody onslaught… Blood spattered all over her from the severed arteries.
Frank tried to struggle, but the bonds grew even tighter, .A look of dread, horror and disbelief reflected in his eyes .His last thought was,” why?”

 Sated , Roxanne got off of his convulsing body ,her hair was matted with blood, She threw down the bloodied knife and began crying, ”Mommy!, Mommy! Help me!” over and over again.
Wrapping the still warm corpse in a  sheet, she took it down into the cellar.She removed the lid off a dark pit that laid beneath a crimson carpet. then threw the body down into the lime laced pit amongst several other corpses of men who fell for her charms.She replaced the lid and carpet

”I am going to kill them all, the bastards !"she said bitterly
.
 She went back upstairs and cleaned up the mess she had made , then took a shower and singing  “ Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” In a child’s voice.

Copyright 2005 Michael Lance Kersting