Suzanne is perfect for you! You will like her, and she definetely likes you!

Suzanne Roper really didn’t know what to think of this. Out of the blue, John Walker had called her on her cell-phone and asked if she would come over. It was strange to think, that this infatuation had lasted since sweet sixteen, and now suddenly the man had called her. It had been a very awkward conversation, especially when John had asked if she’d come over – the only sound that had found it’s way up the throat was a muted “uh-huh.”

Now standing in front of the bathroom-mirror, Suzanne tried to decide what look to go for. John hadn’t been very clear over the phone, so his intentions were pretty much a mystery. If this girl turned up on the doorstep in full makeup, leather boots, mini-skirt and a short top, it could just as easily freak him out as turn him on. Especially if what he wanted was just a house-sitter.

Eventually Suzanne decided on a loose skirt, a tight top, and a loose blouse that would give a perfect view of cleavage whenever she wanted to show it. On her feet she put a pair of sandals, and then tied the long hair together under a shawl.

Giving herself a final look in the mirror the left hand stroked it’s way up from her thigh, over the waist, and up to her breasts. Gently caressing each one through the clothes. In the girl’s mind it was John who caressed her so wonderfully.

The subject of almost all fantasies for so long, it felt a lot more serious than just a teenage-crush. Despite this, Suzanne had actually had two boyfriends. Both of them, coincidentally, very much alike John Walker in appearance. Having sex with them had been a disappointment, primarily because all she had thought about was her real love-interest. Before going off, she threw her reflection a kiss. Giggling like a little schoolgirl, she descended the stairs.

John’s house really wasn’t far, and Suzanne spent the way over conjuring up the image of her dream lover. He was 26 years old, and moved to this town two-and-a-half years ago along with his wife. William Roper, Suzanne’s father, had been the broker, and that was how she met him. It had been love at first sight. His dark blonde curly hair and grey eyes had instantly melted that girl’s heart.

Strange to think that however desperately in love with John, Suzanne was never really jealous on his wife. And when she died in that car-crash, it had made her genuinely sad, and not only on John’s behalf.

Suddenly the door to Walker’s house stood there in front of her. It was unlike any other door in the town. Instead of the painted white wooden plates that opened outwards with a large knob, this was made of oak, tree-white, and had a real handle. Never had this door seemed so scary.

The last time Suzanne really spoke to John was when she came to offer her condolences right after his wife’s ****. It had been a broken and almost ruined man that had answered the door back then. Now, without even realising it, she had rung the doorbell.