Walk.

It appears the clattering didn't seem to remove your parents from their focus on breakfast and morning coffee, thank god.

You consider for a moment hitching a ride... but the place isn't terribly far, and to be honest you wouldn't mind if people ogle you along the way.

And boy, did they. There was something empowering about wanting to be seen, and being seen. People your age stopping in their tracks, checking you out. House husbands looking away from their gardens and staring at you. Housewives thinking about their younger and wilder days while pretending to not stare. You breathed it all in, it felt good.

Right, even.

The apartment was an older building, the focus of a series of expansions in the neighborhood. Behind the old building you were heading to were two more, new and shiny looking complexes, and a series of newly built homes, the definition of suburbia. But you hardly cared about all that right now, you had places to be.

Heading inside, you pause to look at the numbers. His was 221, on the third floor. Walking toward the elevator, you quickly find it's out of service. Sighing, you turn and head up the steps, passing an elderly man who stops in his tracks to look at you, but you don't stop.

At the very end of the hallway is 221. You can feel fluttering in your stomach, flipping out, dead nervous. Reaching the door, you take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.

After a few moments, the same man from the night before opens the door. He's clearly been lounging in a tank top and shorts, taking his day of leisure seriously, and very, very surprised you decided to come at all.

He pauses, looking around the hallway to make sure nobody was nearby. Then, he bends down toward you. It was dark the night before, you could tell he was big, but the man has to be 6'3, 6'4. Your legs shake.

"You need to understand..." He whispers to you, breath hot on your face. "...if you come in here today, you're not leaving anytime soon. I don't want to lead you on or create any disillusions. If you enter my apartment, I'm not going to treat you like a princess. I am going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you..." He's practically hissing. "...until you don't have a thought inside that pretty little head of yours but me."

He stands back up to his full height. "Deal?"