Breakfast and a decision

After waking and showering, Frank made himself coffee and breakfast and carried it up to his third floor sun room. He had deliberately not checked his phone this morning, although he knew there were at least two messages. He thought it wouldn't hurt some of these horny bitches to wait a while before they got another dose of his cock.

And besides, he thought, he was in the mood for fresh meat.

As he ate he scanned the street, seeing Holly and Vanessa leave on their morning run. They both glanced at his house and giggled, and he had little doubt that either or both were his for the taking once they returned. But he wanted fresh meat, he told himself as he picked up his binoculars and scanned the street in detail.

Coming into his vision, probably from one of the few houses blocked from his view, a busty young Asian girl walked up the street. She was wearing a backpack and staring at her phone as she walked, seemingly oblivious to everything else. Frank was slightly surprised, since his observations had led him to believe that the street was entirely Caucasian, but the girl looked very tasty. He watched her out of sight as she left the cul de sac, considering options.

More movement attracted his attention and he saw Tara Scott strut out of her house, her face set in what appeared to be it's default setting of sullen sulkiness. She climbed into her Porsche and drove away, chirping her tires again as shifted gears.

That would possibly mean her mother was at home alone, Frank mused, remembering that the party invitation asked for a RSVP.

"Better in person than by phone," he chuckled, carrying his dishes downstairs before heading out the door and up the street towards the Scott house.