Private, though they do get a visitor

He decided he wanted a more intimate setting, hoping she'd pass by somewhere that would allow that. He continued following her as he did before, Kayla completely unaware that the strange man who took her underwear was still tailing her. She simply looked forward and kept walking, oblivious to her potential ****.

At some point, she boarded a bus. Without any money, Jeremy had to come up with an on the spot lie about being a government agent and needing to ride the bus for free. The hapless bus driver let him ride without issue. He quickly sat down, avoiding eye contact with Kayla. Once Kayla left the bus, he continued on without her noticing.

She must have been near home now, but before that, she decided to stop at a small grocery store. This was his chance. The place was empty, with only the cashier manning one of the cashier's aisles.

Jeremy followed her in, watching her go to the drink aisle to pick out a healthy fruit smoothie. Not wanting to cause a scene, he felt he had to let the cashier know he planned to attack an innocent woman.

"Hey, guy." He said, getting the attention of the drowsy young cashier. "Listen, in a few moments, I'm gonna **** this slutty looking bimbo, that one right over there?" He pointed at Kayla, still picking out what flavor she wanted to drink.

"Huh?...Yeah, I see her, I guess. You're gonna **** her?"

"Yeah, the bitch deserves it, you know?" Jeremy spoke as if the cashier was one of his boys.

"Um, I wouldn't know, sir."

"Maybe you will someday. Anyway, you may hear some moaning and muffled grunting, but not to worry, she's not in any danger. I'm just gonna deflower her."

"If you say so." The cashier didn't seem to care much, but at least now he wouldn't bother them.

Kayla, as well as many other women in Haven, didn't seem to have much awareness of their surroundings. They wouldn't need to, Jeremy thought to himself as he snuck around the corners of the aisle in a very sloppy fashion. Situational awareness meant you were aware that bad things could happen to you at any time.

Just as he did with the other blonde, Jeremy pounced Kayla from behind, covering her mouth with his hand while his other arm wrapped around Kayla's chest, not allowing her arms to raise. And as before, capturing her was rather unnecessary. Kayla responded with more confused yelping, being the only bit of noise she made. All she wanted to know was what was going on. Her arms were trying to raise up if only to try and hold onto something.

With a stunned but easily compliant Kayla now captive, he proceeded to drag her off into a corner of the grocery store, as far away from the entrance and any possible prying eyes as possible. He started getting to work on clothing, doing his best to remove her top and pull her dress up. Their earlier encounter meant her panties weren't an issue. By the time he got her laying down on the floor, her mouth still covered, her bra had been pulled off, now essentially naked.

Kayla's eyes darted to his face when she could finally see him, making some more muffled noises into his hand. Curious to see how the blonde was responding to this, Jeremy raised his hand.

"Nice to see you again, sir!" She gasped out. "I didn't think I'd see you again, it's like you followed my same path. We could have walked together! Anyway, I was wondering, why did you grab me?"

"To **** you, I did tell you I was going to do that to you. Now, if you don't mind..make as much noise as possible."

Sara turned the corner when she heard the muffled sounds of someone nearly screaming.

Her curious nature didn't afford her any sense of urgency. She just wanted to know what was making the noise.

She turned the corner and saw the innocent, defenseless woman being violently **** by an obvious creepy stranger. Jeremy had her mouth covered again, his body on top of Kayla's, his hips thrusting into her nether regions.

"Kayla?" The older woman exclaimed. Crap, they knew each other, Jeremy thought to himself. In a moment of unnecessary concern, he let go of Kalya's hand, who tilted her head up to look at their visitor.

"Oh, hi mom!"

"Holy shit, you're her mom!?" Jeremy said in surprise. He wasn't expecting a mother of what had to be at least a 20 year old to still have such a body. "No wonder you look like a slut, Kayla, your mom is hot!"

"Oh, thank you!" Sara said with a giggle. Her emptier than normal mind completely ignoring the fact that a man was sexually assaulting her daughter.

Jeremy couldn't help but be drawn to the innocent MILF. She had a purity all to her own, an oblivious trophy wife in what had to be a sexless marriage. Not taking his eyes off of her, he almost immediately pulled out of his current prey. Kayla moaned as she felt herself being emptied a bit, almost missing the feeling of being filled up by him.

"Jeremy." He introduced himself, taking Sara's hand without question. He took hold of one of her fingers and started sucking on it. He figured this was an appropriate way to start their relationship. Sara giggled a bit more at the gesture.

"You really know how to greet a lady, don't you? But what were you doing to my daughter? It reminds me of what my husband does sometimes when he gets in one of his moods."

"Moods, eh?" Jeremy said, withdrawing her finger from his mouth. "Tell me, does he ever ask you before he...does whatever he does to you during his moods?"

She had to think on that one, putting her index finger on her chin and looking up."No, not really. It just sort of happens. I figure there's no harm in it. One of the times it happened was right before I became pregnant with Kayla there."

"Wow, you people really are dumb, aren't you?" Jeremy said out loud, insulting both bimbos to their faces without fear of negative reaction.

"Are we? I did graduate high school, you know." Sara said.

"Well, anyway...what I was doing was **** your bitch of a daughter. But when I saw you, damn...I didn't even know I was into MILFs..."

"What's a MILF?"

"It's what you are, bitch. Do you live with your husband and daughter?"

"Yep! Does that make me a MILF?"

Jeremy smirked, reaching out to cop a feel of both of her heavenly orbs. "No, these fucking tits do. Damn, I haven't felt this entranced since that angel on the train sucked me off. I still need to find her, but for now, I need a place to live. So, I figure...here, in front of your freshly **** daughter is the best time to ask the question."

This was absolutetly diabolical. There was no way he'd get away with this, he thought to himself, but a part of him knew he would. He got down on one knee, her hand still in his, and looked her in the...chest.

"Will you marry me?"