Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

“You know I'm gonna have to tell your Ma,” she said to him.

“I knoooow!” he whined.

“Well, get up and go home,” Eve said, “And don't let my pets think that you're in my woods again!” she added.

She watched as he got up off the ground, turned heel and trudged away. Cohen and Sonja watched as well, making sure their master was safe before bounding off again.

***

“Its getting so a person can't go walking in their own woods anymore,” she said dryly, looking around for the two German Shepherds. She remembered the first time she had met Manny, It had been right here in these woods. She remembered the almost leering smile on his face as he stammered hello.

Eve thought he may be harmless enough, just a little slow, but she was grateful she didn't have any children. She may have had to invest in a shotgun instead of the pups. She knew that he lived with his aging mother, who tried hard to keep her eye on him but it was getting harder and harder as the years passed.

That very day she had gotten her pups. Never wanting them to ever hurt anyone but also be able to incapacitate, she spent a lot of time training them and before she knew it, she had two, well trained, and, she could swear, compassionate animals, happy to learn and please.

Eve started home, thinking she should throw her torn jeans out when she saw her two dogs, happily digging a hole a few feet off the path.

“So,” she said to them scowling, “While I was almost being raped, you two were digging a HOLE?”

The two animals quit their digging and came running to her, their tails wagging, dirt all over their noses and happy. She patted both of them and called them good dogs and trudged home with the dogs harassing each other beside her.

***

Later that night, after she got done feeding her German Shepherds and her rescued horse, she sat in the living room looking out the window, musing about her life. She missed her husband but she was determined not to let him know that.

She had kicked him out a week ago, finished with his complacency and taking her for granted. She didn't marry a weak man but lately his spine had become like a jelly fish and after she worked 15 hours a day and coming home to him snoozing in the lounge chair, she just couldn't take it anymore.

There was no need for him to be there, she had taken up his slack and ground on while he just sat. She went through this before with him and it took seven years for him to step up to the plate. Eve thought that if she ever had to do that again, she would more than likely die. So, she had told him to get out.

She had hoped that he would get the message right away but evidently the dumb son of a bitch couldn't figure it out, which really pissed her off. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out she thought. She never asked much from him, just to pull his weight and help her up when she needed him. Like a real husband would do, like he used to do.

After he shattered his heel, he fell into a deep depression, letting the bills pile up until she had to take up the slack. Then he pulled himself out of it and finally, she was able to rest. After seven years of coddling him and taking care of everything that needed taken care of, she felt way too old to do it again and she had told him so.

She had tried to talk with him like an adult, but he had put the blame on her, saying that all she wanted to do was control him. No, she had said, when you are able to control things, including me, and take care of the things he's supposed to as a man, instead of waiting for her to do it, then he could come back. That night he had left and she couldn't care less. Or so she told herself.

“Oh, piss on him!” she said vehemently, pushing herself out of the chair. Eve strode to her bedroom and got ready for bed. She took her time, scrutinizing herself in the mirror as she discarded articles of clothing. She looked damn good at 28, her skin darkened by the sun, her hair darkest brown, almost black. Her cheeks were country freckled interrupted by a slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full, the lower pouting incessantly.

She twirled naked in front of the full length mirror, stopping with her back to it. She looked back and inspected her crowning glory. Not a dimple of cellulite graced the skin of her tight, round ass and her thighs were sleek and strong, Eve was proud of her body, the work that she did helped to keep her trim and muscular and she enjoyed it.

After showering and brushing her teeth, she fell into bed, hoping she would fall asleep fast. This past week had been tough on her, she couldn't stop thinking about her estranged husband and she couldn't understand why he didn't get it when she had outright told him.

“What the hell was wrong with him anyway?” she thought to herself. “Dumbass,” was all she could think of next. After 10 years of marriage they had never gone to bed angry and always together. Now, she felt lost without him. It was lonely and cold, his side of the bed void of any warmth.

She fell asleep with those disappointing thoughts, the two German Shepherds asleep on the floor next to the bed.

***

Elsewhere in the house, a silent marauder crept past the remnants of uneaten raw meat dosed with a heavy sedative. The intruder, a broad shouldered, hooded, masked man, carried a long, thin, blade in one hand and a length of thin, nylon rope in the other. Slowly he crept through the house, knowing exactly where to go, past the living room and dining room, down the hall past the bathroom and finally to her bedroom.

The masked intruder listened beside the bedroom door for the dogs whom he had fed tainted raw meat earlier and he smirked with satisfaction. Not a sound came from those mutts except soft snoring. He could hear Eve breathing as well, a quiet, soft whistle blowing gently through her nose as she exhaled.

The man had chosen Eve after he had seen her in the park, playing with her dogs. The dogs didn't bother him, he knew how to handle them.

He had watched her for weeks, noting her habits and taking pictures. The man had obsessed over her, hanging her pictures on the wall of his makeshift shrine. He had followed her home and was elated that she lived in a secluded area and had begun to make plans that very night. The only hitch that he could see was her husband. A spineless jelly fish as far as he was concerned, watching the interaction between the couple.

He had also seen her throw her husband out, tossing his clothes out after him. He became excited, knowing without a doubt that he was meant to be with her. He would show her how to behave, show her who was really boss, give her everything he knew that she needed. He would take his time with this one. She was strong and strong willed, and strong women needed to be taken down a peg or two right off the bat.

It had been he who watched her in the makeshift shower. He was surprised at her but excited nonetheless. He had hid in the woods making friends with her dogs and was almost caught by Manny, the overgrown, over sexed child.

He had fed the German Shepherds raw meat for the last three days and taken the time to go through her house while she was gone to avoid any surprises later on. He would have to teach her about taking showers outside though. Teach her well. He smiled at the thought. Yep, he would have to take his time with this one and his smile turned into a toothy grin.

Experienced and stealthy, he crept further into Eve's bedroom, his breathing calm and steady. The two German Shepherds lay beside the bed, closest to his prize, but that didn't matter, his attention was focused on the sheet covered, sleeping figure.

He approached the foot of the double bed then quickly jumped on her, pinning her arms underneath the sheet with his knees. She cried out, surprised, and he immediately drew his fist back and slugged her in the mouth. Her head flew to the side and her mouth dripped blood.