I do not own characters, plot, etc. from The Fall. I have just taken them for a dark run…
There will be triggers (sexual content, moral ambiguity, violent content, unsettling dark quotes). They advance the story. I do not make light of Paul Spector's actions.
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Chapter Two
Belfast, September 2002 ~~~ 'when the seed began to grow'
Peter accessed the lock-up and retrieved his possessions. He added his new composition books and lingerie to the old footlocker. He rented a 'by-the-week' hotel room, which didn't require identification. He used his birth certificate to apply for a new driver's license. Just before noon on Thursday, Peter Baldwin had a new driver's license as Peter Paul Spector, featuring a picture of him with a different haircut, two-day stubble and a white dress shirt with a black silk tie. He signed the license, Paul Spector.
Leave no trace…destroy evidence. Peter kept his good clothes from the catering service for future job interviews. He donated the clothes he wore when he met Susan to a local charity collection bin. He donated his regular black and white waiter clothes. He donated any bright colored shirts to charity and replaced them with darker, subdued colors. He avoided football jerseys or logo t-shirts; selecting plain, long-sleeve t-shirts, Henley shirts or polos.
Paul applied to Queen's College for a degree in psychology. While he was at an age where he should have graduated with a degree in general studies from Stranmillis, he needed a change in profession to accompany the change in name and appearance.
An advisor helped Paul obtain admission to Queen's College. Once he had admittance, the advisor requested he complete an I.Q. test and a 100-question personality test. His advisor was gathering information for a future professional paper. Paul completed the I.Q. test that afternoon and returned two days later with the personality test. While he felt half the questions were stupid, he provided careful answers to the multiple-choice questions. Many times, he opted for the 'neutral' answer.
Because the Fall 2002 semester had already started; the advisor helped Paul apply for a student loan, apply for online courses now, and apply to test out of as many core classes as possible. The testing out sessions occurred during the three-week winter break, one test each morning and afternoon. If Paul was available to test during that window, he could test out of 30 core classes for a total of 60-90 credits. Additionally, there were special seminar classes Paul could take on a weekend for credits. It meant four hours on Fridays, eight hours on Saturday and four hours on Sunday. The seminars required a research paper which was easy for him. Each seminar was worth two or three credits. His advisor suggested Paul take core classes during the eight-week summer session, if he didn't test out of the course. His advisor recommended he take courses for his major during the eighteen-week fall or spring semester.
Because he tested in the high range on his IQ test; his advisor agreed to allow Paul to take the maximum number of classes: eighteen credits in a spring/fall semester and twelve hours during a summer session. Maximum load, online courses, seminars and testing out of some courses meant Paul could graduate with his bachelor's degree in two years instead of three. His advisor helped Paul apply for scholarships and internships.
Paul worked ten-hour days as a day laborer when he wasn't attending a seminar. Paul preferred manual labor because he did not have to deal with the public and very few of his coworkers were the curious sort. He spent his early nights in the campus computer lab or library computer lab to complete online classes. He was determined to complete one online class a month before graduation. He was determined to test out of as many core classes as possible before Spring Semester 2003 started. He knew full time work and a strict academic schedule would impact his prowling; but he was determined to get his degree and move on to a better life for himself.
Paul's work backpack had standard items: reading book, composition book, art pencils, sunglasses, lunch, stainless steel water bottle and coffee thermos. His prowling backpack held breaking and entering tools like lock picks, lock bumps, thin plastic cards, glass cutter, chisel, etc. It had a camera, wrist torch, grey neoprene gloves, black leather gloves, and a throwaway mobile. His campus backpack included a copy of the campus events calendar, a composition book and drawing pencils for the times when he 'people' watched. The other contents varied depending on materials for online courses.
Paul had a system for 'people' watching. Weekend events in the park always gave him two or three possible 'projects'. Whether it was theatre productions, concerts, exercise classes or outdoor markets; he brought a composition book and art pencils. He considered 'people' watching a vital component of observing skills for his degree.
Paul observed hair first...brunettes only. He could name every shade of brunette hair. Some brunettes had blonde or red highlights; but he enjoyed the darkest brunette hair the most. He observed body type. He never watched overweight women. He only watched women who were five feet to five feet eight. Face and eyes were observed next. He could name every hue of every eye color. It was a handy artistic talent to have. He preferred pale skinned brunettes, but was not averse to watching healthy, tanned women.
Amazingly, his choice of who to watch changed as he grew older. He only watched women about same age as himself. He never watched teenagers and never watched mothers. Waitresses, sales clerks, teachers, and child minders did not interest him. He never watched women who had obvious tattoos. Inked skin did not interest him. He had a list of taboos which kept him from stalking women: someone who lived with a boyfriend or family or who had overtly friendly neighbors; someone who owned a large dog for protection; someone who carried pepper spray on key chains; or someone who took self-defense classes.
The way the brunettes walked, talked, and dressed impacted how he selected who to follow. Paul watched how clothes fit and innate style. He never watched sloppy or slovenly dressers. Angry striders were ignored. Nervous or irritable women were ignored. Confident, well-presented women always caught his attention.
Paul recorded pertinent details he learned about the women he observed. He preferred women who kept their living space as tidy as their person. It was easier to scrutinize their homes, observe the contents of their dressers and closets, bathrooms and medicine cabinets, refrigerators and bars. He enjoyed searching desks, their mail and checking their diaries for their schedules. He enjoyed reading their journals. Their bedside tables often yielded titillating results: erotic novels, vibrators, dildos and other sex toys. Several had pictures of semi-naked men and cologne samplers for men. He took pictures of their bedrooms, their toys and racy excerpts from their journals.
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Unlike his fellow classmates who would nail anyone who spread her legs; Paul was very careful about his sexual choices. He dressed well and frequented four and five-star hotel bars when he needed to get laid. His sexual trysts were limited to brunette, professional women who were passing through Belfast. He offered a handsome strong body which could fuck all night long. They were not dismayed to find him gone in the morning, especially when they needed strong coffee and headache tablets with a hot soaking bath to recover.
At least, they were sure it was all-night sex from warm memories of how he kissed them senseless and the way they ached when they woke in the morning. They were thrilled he left hickeys in places which could be covered until they faded. While the brunettes might not remember the evening; they were thrilled to see more than one condom in the trash can. Most of them didn't mind that he took a pair of panties as a souvenir.
Just like the brunette brides…Paul kept one composition book for his weekend conquests. One picture of them posed on the bed in one of his favorite restraint positions on the odd pages. Pertinent information on the back of the picture page.
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ALC…27…American events planner from Boston…on her way to Ashford Castle and Ballyseede Castle - gathering information for a destination wedding…taking a three-day London tour after work week…five feet four…110 pounds… shoulder blade length auburn hair…grass green eyes…high cheekbones…threaded eyebrows…smooth hands…French manicure and pedicure… drinks tequila… laughs easily…melodic voice…reads Regency romances… wears reading glasses…carefully packed designer luggage…emerald green and black clothes…black thigh high stockings for restraints…donated a Victoria's Secret emerald, black and gold lace bra, panties, and suspender set…Mid-September 2002 ~~~ 'when the snow began to melt'
Paul found a two bedroom flat in a new housing complex near University Quarter. The rent was modest, the complex was clean, and everyone was too busy to make friends with new neighbors. The small second bedroom of his flat was his 'home office'. It contained his growing collection of lingerie, pictures and composition books, all locked away in a set of suitcases inside a locked closet, where no one would inadvertently stumble across them. He donated the two footlockers to a refuge for families. He left the lockbox of personal items in the closet also. They were well-guarded by his mannequin…dressed in lingerie…posed on her own chair…waiting for Paul to play.
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Project JS: 23, studying to be urban planner…petite... shoulder length chestnut hair with wispy bangs…soft features…clear skin… outdoorsy/healthy…blue eyes with green accents. Five feet five, approximately 120 pounds. Straight white teeth (uses whitener and invisible braces).
Paul spotted her at a campus event and drew close enough to her to learn her name. She discussed her class schedule with a classmate. They were attempting to schedule a study group on a night convenient for them and two others.
A week later, Paul entered her one-bedroom flat by the hall window which was cracked open to allow air into flat. The lounge was decorated with a forest mural on one wall. The other walls were painted in various shades of green. He imagined the greens took on different hues as the sun moved through the rooms.
She had lots of rustic candlesticks made from tree branches or tree trunks. Her candles were all nature scents: woods, trees, meadows, grasses. Three Fiscus trees with fairy lights occupied the corner of the lounge. She read romance novels of knights and ladies. She watched DVDs of King Arthur, Camelot, etc. Her archery equipment was displayed on one wall of the lounge, along with various framed certificates, plaques and a shelf of trophies. She attended renaissance fairs and entered archery tournaments.
Her diary listed college, work and archery events. She had a membership to an archery club. Her mail was unremarkable. Her journal bragged she won first place in a women's archery tournament. She gloated because she had her pick of the first, second, and third place winners as dance partners for the evening. She gave all of them her mobile number.
The next interesting journal entry was when she was invited to a garden party by the second-place winner. They performed an archery demonstration for the guests. She wore a pale blue summer dress which she admitted to losing in the gazebo at the end of the day. She loved his hard body; he loved almost getting caught in flagrante delicto. They had three dates at the archery club with coffee or lunch afterwards; followed by 'dessert' in his or her bed. Paul left her journal laying on her bed, open to the garden party page.
Her wicker bedroom furniture was painted pale green, and her bed was made with forest green bed linens. She had no erotica or sex toys in her bedside table. Her closet was carefully arranged using a closet organizer. She had a lot of green, blue and yellow clothes. In one section, she had three cosplay outfits: a serving wench, a lady, and one which resembled Robin Hood: a green tunic, green leggings and brown boots with a brown leather quiver.
Her dressing table held three meadow scent perfumes. She had matching bath products. He smelled all of them. He went through her drawers, and enjoyed her underwear. She owned nothing intricately embellished; but her underwear was innately sexy in its simplicity. Half her underwear was white. The rest was yellow, green, blue and lavender. She donated a set of silky sky-blue panties and bralette to Paul's collection.
That night, when he drew pictures of her, she was naked and wearing the brown leather quiver, the strap flat between her breasts. She was the goddess Diana, in the meadow, in the moonlight…prey which was ready to be captured.
Late September 2002 ~~~ 'An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing.' - Samuel Smiles
Paul attended a three-credit seminar on sexual addictions for his major; and regretted it. Half the males in the class snickered at the different genre of sexual addictions. Half the females in the class wore jeans and oversized hoodies. The other half fidgeted, checked watches, and played with their hair. Obviously, they had plans after class tonight. The one brunette in class who interested him, was busy texting before break. At break she ran out to the street and greeted a young man on a motorcycle. He handed her a sack from a fast food place and a bottle of water. He promised to pick her up from class. She giggled and kissed him energetically before she ran back inside.
After break, the lecturer was joined by his teaching assistant. She was a lovely, petite brunette. The lecturer called her Mae. When she circulated through the room, distributing handouts, Paul noticed her whiskey brown eyes, and a tiny birthmark on her left cheekbone by her ear. He took notes, but tried to keep an eye on Mae. She wore a black and white tweed skirt, with a black V-neck sweater, black hose and black leather flats.
Project MM: 25…teaching assistant… cognac highlights in her mahogany hair… whiskey brown eyes… oval face…alabaster skin…perfectly shaped lips…tiny birthmark on cheek by left ear…pale pink blush…smells like vanilla and spice perfume… bends from hips not waist – back injury?
When tonight's seminar was over, Paul picked up the room and took the papers to her.
"Thank you," her dainty fingers accepted the papers from him. Her voice was warm and husky, like a 1940s movie star. "Can I help you?"
"I need another copy of the bibliography," Paul said. "I think I misplaced mine during the dinner break." He accepted the bibliography with thanks and left, sliding into the dark by the building, waiting for her to leave.
She exited the building and went to one of the pubs by the student union; meeting up with the professor and two of the older students from the seminar.
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He watched her at the coffee cart the next morning… likes strong, dark French roast coffee…black slacks, white shirt and black sweater, black loafers and black argyle socks…black tote …wears silver art nouveau combs in her hair…
He sketched a couple pictures of her while in the seminar. In the first one, she was naked except for her librarian glasses, standing by the table, filing handouts in banker boxes. In the second one, she was naked and laying on the table where she worked. She was propped up, hands at her elbows, her pert breasts barely touching the table. Her knees were bent, feet in the air, angled so he could see the arches of her feet.
He watched her at lunch break. Sits in the sun…brought her lunch of cut veggies, dip and bottle of water…read biography…ignored the chaos around her…mobile alarm alerted her fifteen minutes before the seminar began again.
He followed her at the end of the day. …does not talk on mobile or listen to music while walking…attentive to her surroundings...walks briskly… lives in house near campus…house separated into one flat on each floor…lives in basement flat…no roommate…no dog. The cat must go.
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Sunday night, after dark, he ran past her flat, and watched her leave with a group of residents from the house. They were headed to the local pub for dinner and drinks and to participate in quiz night. He lock bumped her back door and gained entry. The cat ran out upon his entry.
Lucky creature…gets to live another day.
Her flat was well-kept. The pale pastel painted walls displayed impressionistic pictures. Her bookends were abstract pieces of marble. He found a green marble disk paperweight on her desk. He liked the weight and feel of it. He dropped it in his backpack.
Her diary listed work and class deadlines except a Christmas party with friends and Christmas visit with her family. Her journal listed accomplishments, affirmations and things to do.
Paul read her medical records with interest – spinal bifida. She was home-schooled grades one through six. The summer after sixth grade, a rod was fused to her spine, allowing her mobility to attend school and live a normal life. She carried a medical alert card with her when she traveled.
…collects antique silver jewelry…vacations on cruise ships… listens to classical piano CDs…addicted to gourmet liquor chocolates…vanilla-scented candlescapes in kitchen, living room, bedroom and bath…
…wears all black, white and grey clothes…except for a cranberry V-neck jumper and a plum silk dress… nothing backless or revealing…wears flats…owns two great black hats which hang off the finials on her cheval mirror…
She wore front-clasp bras because the back-clasp ones bothered her back scars, and all her underwear was soft cottons to not irritate her skin. Her lingerie was pale blues, subtle purples, feminine pinks, soft yellows and ice greens. Her chenille robe of pink, peach, lilac, yellow, aqua and pale blue resembled an impressionist painting. Paul took a picture of it to recreate later when he drew pictures of her. He left a delicate looking rose pink short nightie with spaghetti straps and matching robe laying on her bed.
Paul selected a pale blue pair of V-kini panties for his collection. He took pictures of her flat, and ate an orange from the fruit bowl on her breakfast bar before he began his run back to his flat.
His composition book held drawings of her wearing librarian glasses, teaching class naked. He drew her wearing the chenille robe…open to expose her body. He used her panties to masturbate while he viewed the pictures he took of her flat, her journal, her clothes, and her robe. He put her paperweight on his desk…and enjoyed the cool tactile feel of it.
October 2002 ~~~ 'What hath night to do with sleep?' - John Milton
Paul noticed his next project with a cluster of friends at a Graphic Arts on the Green event hosted by the university. He followed her home. Her indifferent kiss and wan smile at the man who walked her to her door, told Paul she had no steady man in her life. It was obvious her escort wanted to be invited in for the evening and she was not extending an invitation. Paul watched her wander through her flat, checking locked doors and windows before closing her drapes.
However, she didn't close the curtains on the kitchen door, affording him a direct view down the hall. The mirror on the bathroom door reflected the mirror on her bedroom door. It caught most of her movements as she changed into silky sleep shorts and camisole. He had an excellent view of her back, her slim hips and her delectable ass. She plaited her hair while ignoring her ringing mobile. She turned off the mobile ringer and settled in bed. She read for a bit before yawning, stretching and turning out the light.
Project CW: 24...paralegal...five feet four... approximately 110 pounds...robin's egg blue eyes...waist-length brunette hair...usually restrained in knot at the nape of her shapely neck. Double pierced ears...hoops in bottom hole, studs in top...wears real gold jewelry. Business attire of dark skirts and blazers...classic, feminine white blouses. Takes night courses to become a solicitor.
Walks inconsistently...attentive to surroundings some days...dreamy, absent-minded stroll on other days. Runs 10-block grid around her flat in early morning, never varies her routine or route. Lunch or after work drinks with coworkers at small corner pub near work. Friday night dinner with friends, Saturday night clubbing. Spends Sunday grocery shopping, running errands, or doing household chores in her lingerie while listening to music.
Paul spent a week determining her schedule. He broke into her flat while she was at the pub with friends. She left a key to the back door under a decorated garden stone. Her kitchen was spotless. The interior of the refrigerator was pristine and in need of something occupying space other than bottles of water and condiments.
He photographed her bedroom...shabby chic, white wicker furniture, lacy pillows, cream satin and velour duvet. She was a bed and bath linen snob. Everything was high thread count or Egyptian cotton. Her journal monitored her weight carefully, monitored her marathon training, and lamented the lack of interesting men in her neighborhood, work and life. She pondered the wisdom of joining adult dating sites.
Her bedside table drawer held two erotic novels and a rabbit vibrator with a g-spot stimulator and flavored massage oils. He deliberately moved the bookmarks in the books and relocated her vibrator and oils to her underwear drawer.
In the bottom drawer of her dresser, he found a box from a lingerie store in Queen's Arcade. Inside was a pale cream satin and silk lace bustier, panties, suspender and silk lace-topped stockings. He took the underwear to dress his mannequin, stroking them against his cheek before stuffing them in his backpack. He left the empty box in the drawer. He left her back-door key on her bedside table. He was determined to 'people' watch at the Queen's Arcade at first opportunity.
November 2002 ~~~ 'I have been one acquainted with the night.' - Robert Frost, West Running Brook
Paul spotted his next project while running one early Saturday morning. She had been biking with her friends when they stopped for a picnic breakfast in the park.
Project DH: 24…heart shape face…pronounced widow's peak…straight, shoulder-length mahogany hair…brown eyes with gold highlights (from family photo on her bedside table)…pediatrics nurse…entertains children with balloon animals…into cosplay…owns weird wigs in all colors…bright, vibrant underwear…
Paul entered her flat through a balcony door. The lock should have been replaced years ago. A set of stripped screws barely held it together. He left the pieces of the lock on her kitchen counter. Paul used her bike pump to blow up a long pink balloon and four round pink balloons. He taped them together - resembling a large penis with testicles fucking a massive pair of tits. He left the balloon art in the middle of her bed. He acquired a pair of electric blue boyshorts for his collection.
December 2002 ~~~ 'This strange world of darkness, that comes with the night; grows darker when it walks my way.' - Willie Nelson, Ghost
Project RI: 23…studying to be veterinary assistant…works weekends for large animal clinic…attractive, with a seductive swing of her hips…her dark sable hair is cut in soft layers of curls…arched eyebrows… smoky grey eyes which assess and dismiss a man based on his clothing, physique, financial status, or make of car…knits and crochets…makes custom order sweaters for small dogs…watches black and white film noir DVDs…utilizes cardio and Pilates DVDs…reads mysteries…listens to alternative rock…takeaway menus posted on refrigerator…
Paul entered her flat through a window. The window lock was not strong enough to keep him out. He simply pushed the window upward until the latch gave and the window opened. Her flat was decorated in contemporary style with black and white wallpaper, furniture and bed and bath linens. Her flat was decorated with panoramic night pictures of large cities...London, Paris, New York, Berlin, Sydney and Hong Kong. Her desk was OCD organized, like her diary. The family photos on her bookcase were painstaking arranged in clusters of three in various sized frames. The candlescape, on a black pottery tray on the coffee table, had never been burned.
Her bedside table drawer was a collection of scented votive candles, matches, a book of short stories, an extra torch and hand cream. Her off-season clothes were clean and meticulously stored in bins under her bed. Three different totes (black, navy and brown) sat in a chair by her closet door. Each contained pen, paper, book, umbrella and a twenty-pound note as the bookmark in the book.
She had one bottle of expensive perfume on her dresser, which matched her bath products. She had one good black dress with designer shoes and purse. She owned one good coat; one good hat; one good scarf, one good cashmere sweater, and a single strand of pearls with stud earrings. She had a gold and diamond dress watch. Ordinary things like torches, matches, candles, and tins of soup had duplicates. Special, life changing items were singular, solitary items…just like her?
Paul ignored her cotton panties and her cotton, heavily-padded bras. He found his bounty in the bottom drawer of her dresser…a matching leopard print satin set consisting of a short nightie and robe with G-string panties which he acquired for his collection.
He snapped the necks of her two black and white cats, leaving their corpses on the window seat…posed like they were sunning themselves.
January 2003 ~~~ 'Who are you?' – The Who, Who Are You
Paul was approved for a student loan which covered all his educational expenses. He signed up for eighteen hours of classes, and another online class. Classes began with an urgency Paul had forgotten. His six three-credit courses were not easy, but he was determined to achieve honors grades. However, he was also determined just to achieve high honors…and forgo the media scrutiny which accompanied Summa Cum Laude students.
His advisor helped him get a work study job at the events center. He helped set up for concerts and events, and helped tear down and clean up afterward. He attended concerts and events for free, and was paid well for physical labor. If it was an event featuring food - he was well fed. The plus side of the job? 'People' watching.
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Project EL: 23…biomedical research student… large, pale blue eyes…pale skin…curly hair which appears to be shoulder length, but when wet, it comes to four inches below her shoulders. Graceful walk. She is a shy beauty, unaware of the effect she has on men. Why does she fatigue easily?
Paul carefully watched her flat from a bus stop. Eventually she emerged to run errands. He pretended to read as she sat on the bus bench next to his. He sat in the bus seat behind her, and noticed her to-do list on her mobile.
At the chemists, where she picked up a prescription, she pushed the hood of her fleece jacket back. She cut her long silky hair into a short and spiky hairdo. Paul was livid. He ran back to his flat. He hoped to find another woman to stalk when he ran…but it was not easy to cast E.L. from his mind. He completed a taxing physical workout, exhausting himself to quiet his body. A hot shower calmed him enough to take a nap. When he woke, it was an extended playtime with his mannequin, composition books, pictures and souvenirs.
Saturday, he worked a jazz concert held at the college event center. He was determined to find a new project. However, he saw her again. WTF? Her hair was long. Did she wear a wig while she was out running errands? He was determined to learn her schedule now.
She wore black cigarette pants, a tucked-front white tuxedo shirt with a black bow tie, a black cashmere jacket and black stilettos. The clever girl had a flute of champagne in one hand and a black ruched clutch in another. She could not shake hands with anyone…Is she a germophobic?
One week later, Paul entered her home through a conservatory door which was easily unlocked with a plastic card. reads murder mysteries…listens to classical jazz...art deco decor and furnishings.
He took pictures of her bedroom. She had two dark mahogany human hair wigs which felt like silk slipping through his fingers. She had the short spiky wig and a waist length wig. Paul clipped a lock of hair from the nape of the waist length wig. He tied a knot in the middle and put it in his backpack.
Her desk revealed she was recovering from mononucleosis. It had been severe enough to enlarge her spleen and impair her immune system for a few months. She took a daily vitamin and a daily dose of antibiotics. Her flat contained several containers of antibiotic wet wipes, disinfecting spray, and hand sanitizer. She had several personal sizes of those items to tuck into totes and purses when she went out.
She had a new book of crossword puzzles; but none were finished. Paul took the liberty of completing a few of the harder clues with a red pen. He took a Chantilly lace and silk pair of navy bikini panties and matching bra from her lingerie drawer.
With the picture of her bedroom, he drew her naked, blindfolded, gagged and restrained with her hands tied behind her back. He drew her posed in a three-point restraint on her queen-sized bed, on those art deco bed linens. He drew her kneeling beside her bed in classic submissive pose with her hands, palms up, on her spread legs, eyes downcast. He used the knot in the lock of hair to masturbate. He rubbed that knot over the sweet spot on the underside of his cock… ejaculating on the bra and panties he stole from her.
Later, when he showered, he carefully shampooed the lock of hair and set it to air dry. If he was careful, it would last at least six months. When the lock of hair was dry, he brushed it over his cheeks, remembering how hot she looked in those cigarette pants and stilettos.
February 2003 ~~~ 'It's easy to be yourself in the dark.' – Marisha Pessl, Night Film
Project AB: 24… bank teller and notary…studying forensic accounting to become a bank auditor… willowy/leggy…wavy shoulder length hair…emerald green eyes…amazing smile… horseback rider… uses e-reader while riding the bus on the way to and from work…always has her umbrella…wears flats at work since she stands all day…never gets pastries for breakfast from coffee cart…always eats fruit or yogurt…
Paul entered her flat by a small Juliet balcony with French doors off her bedroom. She had a bad habit of forgetting to close the drapes on the balcony French doors. She had an equally bad habit of not locking the balcony French doors.
She drank expensive scotch which was provided weekly on Sunday afternoon by an older man. Paul was pleased her diary explained it was her father. There was no mention of her mother in her journal or diary. Parents separated? Mother dead or abandoned her?
She read romances which featured horse ranches, cowboys, etc. Her bookmarks were male cologne samplers. Currently the bookmark was a sampler for Polo by Ralph Lauren - masculine, cedar, leather, and a musk undertone. Paul wondered how it would smell on him; but he had to be careful when he wore it. Cologne could cue a woman that she was being followed.
Her flat was decorated in rustic style…oak furniture, quilts, quilted pillows, and outdoor pictures on the walls. Her DVD collection consisted of westerns and horse movies. It was no wonder her father spent Sunday afternoons at her flat; it was male-friendly. Why isn't she dating...is it because of her advanced study courses?
Her refrigerator held citrus-flavored smart water, a dozen kinds of salad vegetables and containers of fresh strawberries and cut fruits. She had lots of different flavor balsamic dressings. She had individual portions of fish and chicken in the freezer, along with three T-bone steaks. Paul helped himself to the steaks and an unopened bottle of scotch.
She had matching sets of pretty lingerie in floral and pastel colors, soft beiges and creamy whites. She had one set of black underwear which he laid out on her bed, with her little black cocktail dress, heels and clutch purse. The clutch was open to reveal condoms and a business card for an upscale wine bar.
She donated hydrangea blue panties to Paul's collection.
~~~ first weekend in February
Paul was interested in the monthly seminars on topics of human sexuality and deviant behavior. He managed to take good notes at the first seminar when the speaker discussed the history of and treatment of voyeurism. Various forms of voyeurism were discussed – including watching a couple having sex. The discussion sparked an argument that being in the same room with a couple having sex was voyeurism. The lecturer brought the group back to the definition of voyeurism – the act of watching a nonconsenting or unaware person for the purposes of sexual arousal. It was argued that watching a scene at a BDSM club behind one-way glass was not voyeurism; but exhibitionism on the part of the Dominant/submissive. Having sex tapes of partners was discussed. Online web cams which showed college girls bathing, showering, exercising or dressing/undressing were discussed and labeled exhibitionism.
Paul's paper for that class was on the topic of sexual addictions: pornography, prostitution, masturbation/fantasy, exhibitionism/voyeurism and BDSM. Paul knew it was a good paper when the lecturer asked to use his example of 'mummy porn' as a possible sexual addiction. Paul postulated that if reading erotica resulted in increased sexual activities, either masturbation by females or engaging in risky sexual situations, then it crossed the border into sexual addiction. He cited the hundreds of erotica books available on Amazon as proof that erotica was a mainstream genre of books.
~~~ second weekend in February
Paul reported to work at five on Saturday morning to help set up for a community non-profit event. The event center was sectioned off by pipe and drape units. Paul enjoyed hiding out in a quiet corner of the mezzanine 'people' watching until he saw a long queue of women for one non-profit. He helped his boss set out lines of chairs for the ladies.
When he had time to observe the non-profit; Paul almost wept. He watched dozens of women with exceptionally long hair donate their tresses to Locks of Love. The hairdressers fastened a hair elastic where the woman indicated they could cut the hair. They braided the hair expertly and finished it off with another hair elastic. Then they cut above the first hair elastic and placed the long braids in Ziploc bags. They then cut the woman's hair to a new style for them and gave them donation slips.
He pulled out his composition book and quickly began sketching the faces and hair of the brunettes in the group. His coffee grew cold, his fingers cramped, but he captured the likenesses of twenty-four young women which would help fuel his fantasies. The event shut down at four, and he worked for three hours to take down pipe and drape units, tables and chairs. Once the event center was clean, and trash taken out, Paul was free for the night.
He could not wait to go home, take a shower, and draw in his composition book. He anticipated a long evening using the lock of hair, his mannequin and various lingerie to amuse himself.