Nobody's home. So let's explore.

Suzanne started fidgeting while waiting for the door to open, until realising that she could not even hear anyone moving inside. She rung the bell again and listened. Not a sound. Tentatively she tested the handle – there was a loud click, and the door opened against her. Suzanne felt rather uncomfortable – What if something had happened to John, or what if it wasn’t he who had called… The girl shook her head at her own foolishness: John’s number had shown up on the display, and he was more than capable of handling himself.

She took a step inside and called out. No response. Closing the door with a loud bang, she listened for a reaction – Still nothing. She breathed in through the nose, foolishly thinking that if John was here, she would smell his cologne.

Suzanne scanned the living-room and spotted a note on the Telly. Her heart sank immediately, and as she read it, she felt even more disappointed. “Back by midnight. Thanks!” So John had just wanted a sitter after all. A sudden longing surged through her body, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It felt like her body needed something to cling to. Suzanne tried to distract herself, and entered into the house. Wanting to explore it while she had the chance.

What immediately struck her was how tidy his place was – There were no books or magazines lying on the table, no blankets that hadn’t been folded and hung over the couch or clothes that had been discarded on the furniture. But the place wasn’t overly tidy either. The couch had clearly been sat in, the chairs by the dining table weren’t lined. It was tidy in the way her mother always tried to keep the house.

Ascending the stairs, drawings and paintings lined the stairway. A couple of them were portraits of John and Shannon’s family, the rest were beautiful landscapes and the likes. Turning right at the top, she came to the bedroom door.

The entire room was dominated by a huge bed, properly made and looking extremely comfortable. Suzanne could see herself on her back in that bed, legs spread, and with John carefully entering her and starting to slide in and out. Suzanne let out a moan, she so desperately wanted it to be real. But it wasn’t, and the image faded as her chest rose and dropped with his thrusts.

She closed the door behind her, and tried the next one. For a strange reason it was locked. The next opened into the bathroom. The entire room was covered by white tiles. The lines between broken only by a carpet on the floor and a very large mirror by the sink. The sink was built into a large desk that stood against the wall. On a large platform at the other end of the room, was a very large jacuzzi. Curiously there wasn’t a toilet, or a shower. Just the large tub. Rummaging around in the desk, Suzanne found John’s shaving things and cologne. She put some of it on her arm and took a deep sniff. Though it was a strong reminder of John’s scent, there was something missing.

In the next room was the missing toilet. This room was smaller, but built basically the same way. The shower was just a glass door and a drain, instead of a cabinet, you could easily fit two or three people in there. The sink was once again built into a desk, but this time smaller, and the desk this time housed soaps and toilet paper.

Ascending another flight of stairs, Suzanne found John’s exercise-room. There were a bunch of hand-weights, a bench press, a sandbag hanging from the roof, a very narrow bench almost like a pedestal, and a lot more stuff she didn’t really know what was.

Going back downstairs, Suzanne immediately found the kitchen. The fridge wasn’t as stacked as one might expect. But the girl quickly realised that he didn’t need to stack the shelves with groceries as he lived alone. It was a modern and well equipped kitchen nonetheless.

Next there was what seemed to be John’s office or work-room. There was a very large desk with the front against the door. The desk contained a whole computer system. A smaller desk housed a bunch of video equipment, both for recording and for editing. Suzanne had no real notion of what John did for a living, and the video equipment did not strike her as professional. The desk seemed to indicate that it had something to do with writing, ‘cause it was littered with notes, most of them on a language she did not understand.

The view from this room was almost out of this world. It was a panorama of the lake and the woodland around. Suzanne could almost imagine the sunset seen from this room. Actually there was a porch as well. The sliding door had been cleverly disguised as part of the wall and the window. This place really was a dream. Anything bigger and it would’ve been a mansion.

The only other room in the house, was a game room, with a pool table, a couple of pinball machines and four arcade games. Suzanne didn’t find any of it interesting and returned to the living-room. Sitting down on the couch, she tried to think of something to do.