Derrick Pierce
Invasion Of Privacy
God Help Me
Crooked Uncle
Tammy’s on the phone, pacing her new place, telling a friend the breakup story and how damn good it feels to be starting fresh. She’s noticed a few things keep disappearing and turning up somewhere else, but she laughs it off. Cut to a few days later and she steps out of the shower, towel snug around those full tits, another wrapped over her wet hair. She spots a cigarette dead-center on the floor—unlit, untouched—and her stomach flips. She doesn’t smoke. Never has. She snatches it up, eyes darting, heartbeat hammering. She rings Ray the super, asks if maintenance has been inside. He says no, but maybe the last tenant kept a spare. Tammy’s nerves crank higher, yet Ray swears the building’s solid. Fast-forward: she comes home, door wide open, fear crawling up her spine. She calls Ray again, breathless, and he promises to rush over and swap the locks. Minutes later the job’s done. Tammy thanks him, grateful for the peace of mind—completely unaware that letting him past her threshold might be the worst move she’s made yet.
Tammy’s on the phone, pacing her new place, telling a friend the breakup story and how damn good it feels to be starting fresh. She’s noticed a few things keep disappearing and turning up somewhere else, but she laughs it off. Cut to a few days later and she steps out of the shower, towel snug around those full tits, another wrapped over her wet hair. She spots a cigarette dead-center on the floor—unlit, untouched—and her stomach flips. She doesn’t smoke. Never has. She snatches it up, eyes darting, heartbeat hammering. She rings Ray the super, asks if maintenance has been inside. He says no, but maybe the last tenant kept a spare. Tammy’s nerves crank higher, yet Ray swears the building’s solid. Fast-forward: she comes home, door wide open, fear crawling up her spine. She calls Ray again, breathless, and he promises to rush over and swap the locks. Minutes later the job’s done. Tammy thanks him, grateful for the peace of mind—completely unaware that letting him past her threshold might be the worst move she’s made yet.