|The Stalker (standard:drama, 2959 words)|
|Author: Walt||Added: Aug 27 2006||Views/Reads: 2035/1212||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story of how suspicion and jealousy can turn love into hate.|
The Stalker "Look, Linda," Howie said, squeezing the telephone handset and trying to keep his voice calm, "I said I was sorry about the mix up last weekend." It was Friday afternoon and he had just finished work. "It's not that, Howie. I simply have something else to do all weekend. I'll see you Tuesday for a movie." “You're seeing someone else, aren't you?” Howie said. Linda was beginning to tire of Howie's constant jealous outbreaks. At first, she had been flattered by his overwhelming attention, now it was beginning to aggravate her. It was time for Howie to give her back some freedom. "Well, yes, if you must know, I am seeing someone this weekend. He will only be in town for three days and I haven't seen him for over a year. I want to spend some time with him. You can go paint balling again if you want to." Howie had been at a regional meet last weekend. Linda had plans for them to attend the local theatre production of Guys and Dolls. He was certain that he had told her about the meet some time ago - she had simply forgotten about it. Now he was sure Linda was just pretending to have a visitor to get even with him. "He's an old boy friend, isn't he?" Howie demanded to know. "Not exactly, Howie. Let's just say that he is just a very dear friend that I have known for many, many years. You know you are my man. Listen, Howie, I've got to go now. The plane lands at six and I don't want to be late." Howie replaced the receiver with a little more force than was necessary, bouncing the set on the desk. Dammit, she knew how he felt about the paint balling. Why did she have to make such an issue out of one weekend every two or three months? And just who was so important that she needed the whole weekend for a visit? He dialled the airport number and listened to the recording of flight arrivals and departures. Flight 309 from Toronto scheduled arrival was 18:00 hours. Howie pushed his chair back and thought about Linda. They had been lovers now for almost a year. They usually met Tuesday nights for the reduced-price movies and then went back to her place. Then Friday and Saturday they would either go dancing or to a party at some friend's place. And then back to Linda's apartment. They never went to his place because he lived at home with his mother, a situation that would change as soon as he got his next raise at work. His mother would never ever approve of them locking themselves away in his bedroom for some raunchy sex! In fact, he was sure his mother still believed him to be a virgin. He had been until he met Linda. Their relationship had quickly bloomed from the hot petting sessions in his old Chevy to full-blown sex in her apartment. He still had occasional pangs of conscience on Sunday mornings at mass, but those were becoming less frequent. The Church blew this fornication thing away out of proportion. He glanced at his watch. He had time to get to the airport and see this guy Linda was meeting. He could do it without her ever knowing he was there, watching. Howie Parker could follow anyone or anything. He was a master at concealment, blending into backgrounds, moving so naturally that he seemed to disappear into the surroundings. Few people could match his skills in the paint-ball war games. He had been voted Most Valuable Player again last weekend. The little trophy stood on his shelf in his bedroom, along with many others. Right below his archery plaque. Paint balling was fun because it pitted man against man, but it was not the same as hunting. Getting whacked by a soft plastic blob was not in the same league as using deadly arrows. Hunting deer or bear with the big compound bow was where Howie's stalking skills really mattered. Howie drove home and quickly changed into his old blue jeans and a faded Rolling Stones Final Tour tee shirt. He grabbed his sunglasses and ball cap and hurried out of the house, telling his mother that he would get something to eat later. He still had time to get to the airport before Linda. He would go to the arrivals section and find a place to observe Click here to read the rest of this story (224 more lines)
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