22 year old alone
 

its been a boring night. I've came home from the bar with the bitter aftertaste of alcopop in my mouth, plus the stench of a spliff we all shared. my night has led to nothing, i'm home alone and i doubt anything will happen now.

Though you thought you walked home alone, you were alas, drunk as a skunk.

Too bad you didn't notice the dark clad figure, with a normal enough face and down-on-his luck expression, calmly smoking a cigarette, who seemed to be about two blocks behind you at every turn.

If you had bothered to turn around to look, as your drunk ass didn't, you probably would have just written him off as another poor sap going home after last call. Too bad you didn't notice how he stood by a telephone pole, watched you get into your house, and made a mental note of just how many windows you left open, and the fact that all of your lights turned off once you made it inside.

I grind a cigarette against a "neighborhood watch" sign bolted to the pole. My cock goes hard in my pants as I think of the long night... hell, long nights, we have ahead of us.