Roaming Around

Frank woke up sometime later. He felt hungry. At first he was surprised he was on the floor of Brooke's office. Confusion hit him and for a brief moment he forgot what was happening. Then it came back to him. Time was frozen and he was not. Everyone was time-stopped. He was not. Frank's eyes adjusted to the sun line coming into the home office. It noon outside. It's been noon outside for hours or days. Frank had no idea he fallen asleep at least three times and from what his body told him he's had at least two nights of sleep.

He was naked and next to him Brooke was as well. The redhead who was his friend's wife and one of his landlords was laid out on her back, her hands behind her head while her bare legs were spread wide. Her face bore blank look with vacant green eyes staring through the ceiling. Frank only felt a little bad for fucking Jeremy's wife. Time was frozen and the fucking was really the only thing that kept him from going crazy. Frank smiled of the cliché of it all, fucking the wife of his friend while said friend was at work. He laughed to himself sitting up, his gaze wandered over Brooke's body. Frank was never really into her though he thought she was cute enough. Seeing her naked and then fucking her though, he had a change of opinion of her.

Frank found that Brooke was posable like a life-size action figure. He had always been into action figures but this was something way better than posing little 6 inch and 12 inch plastic people. Frank stood Brooke up and moved her to sit on the edge of her desk. The desk was empty of items, its items littered the floor. He had fucked her on the desk for a bit earlier. Brooke was then posed to sit with her legs crossed at the knees and her hands cupping her breasts. Frank's fingers worked Brooke's facial expression and he gave her smirking look. The expression looked foreign on her face, it was not one of her expressions. It did hit home how doll-like the redhead looked though. Frank gave Brooke a peck on the cheek before he turned and padded out of her office.

His stomach grumbled loudly as he entered the kitchen. He had not eaten for a long time. It felt like days but realistically it was probably just a day at the most. Having sex really did not help his energy and hunger. The jug of punch he had pulled from the fridge earlier was still on the counter. He picked up and looked at the jelly like material in it. He tried to drink from the jug the jelly-like material just lolled about in the jug.

With the jug in hand Frank moved around the kitchen naked gathering bread, peanut butter and jam. He figured the time would not have effected though items. He smiled as he moved about, Brooke would had fit if she saw him. She'll freak out if he walked around in a towel. Frank figured that Brooke never wanted him as renter but Jeremy veto her. She was always nice to him though but he had that feeling. None of that matter anymore though. Brooke herself was just sex doll and Frank would probably mess with her later again.

Frank shook the jug as he tossed the bagged of loafed bread on the counter. He was opening the cabinet for the jam and peanut butter when he realized the jelly-like substance in the jug had turned back to liquid. "What the hell!" he remarked excited. He quickly drank the punch. It was a little bland but the taste was there. It was slightly cool and it was refreshing. It hit the spot and he emptied the jug and few gulps.

He thought about going back to Brooke and shaking her and seeing if she'll unfreeze. Then he remembered he had shook her a lot when he fucked her. Back at the fridge he pulled out a carton of milk. The milk was white jelly in it until he shook it for a little and turned back milk. He drank it. Tasted close enough to milk and it was filling. "Okay...at least I won't starve..." he breathed putting the half empty carton aside.

Frank finished gathering the ingredients for a PBJ sandwich. The jam and peanut butter was a little hard to spread but he managed. The bread was stale but it was something he could deal with, in the end he knew what he was eating. It taste close enough to a PBJ sandwich. He also ate an apple, it was little hard and the taste was sort of there but fed his apatite. He had himself his fill of the PBJs, enough where he did not want anymore for a while. Frank was full at least. He grabbed one of Jeremy and Brooke's pricy beers and downed it too.

Feeling some depression seep back in his mind Frank thought about seeing Brooke again but decided to he should go explore a bit. Though he could just roam around naked, he did not want to go full savage just yet. He dressed in workout clothing before he left the house.

Outside things were as he remembered. Time-stopped. He lets out a sigh, this was his new reality for now. Frank visited his neighbors. The doors were locked. He knocked and pounded on them. He expected nothing to happen but was hoping someone would answer angrily. As expected nothing happened. He tried a few houses it was mid-day in the afternoon and most people would be at work. Every door was locked and the pounding did not do anything but hurt his hand.

Frank was up the block from his house when he decided to stop checking houses. He would have to break into some of them soon as his supplies started to go dry. That was a bridge he would cross later he thought. He started to feel his despair creep back into mind. He wanted to sit down on the curb and cry. He was felt sick. The PBJs, punch and milk was making his gut feel funny. The situation in general was not helping.

Frank reached the dog walker that he had first seen from his bedroom window. She was an older dark-haired woman at least in her early fifties give or take. She was average build and was dressed in a blue track jacket over a dark colored top with snugly fitted jeans covering her lower along with white sneakers. Her long hair that had some gray in it was tied back into a simple ponytail while her dark eyes stared emptily. There was slight grin on her lips. The dog she walked looked like some sort of small terrier it brown and white and on a pink leash.

He could not remember if he had seen the woman around before, Frank never really paid attention. Frank only a room from Jeremy and Brooke, he did not consider the neighborhood his own. He looked the woman up down once more and admire her backside through the jeans. She was not bad looking he thought as the thought hit his cock started to stir.