The Temporary Life of Prey

Michael “John” Miller was a man who once upon a time had dreams but those were smashed 1 by 1, reality set in for him after he walked in on his wife in bed with his nephew of 16 years. His wife had specifically said that she had a fetish for above average size dicks. Apparently, Mark was supposedly very well endowed, especially by adult standards. And that was 11 years ago, since then nothing was the same; Leah was still legally married to John, but she had left him for his nephew, Marcus. He had been living alone since she had made it clear that she was not going to divorce him or dump Mark.

He had come home to his apartment 3 nights ago and saw a figure hauling another out of the building. He had woken up in the morning with a splitting headache, John had figured a hangover that bad was because he so shit-faced drunk the night before. In fact, the bald man had just resigned the figure carrying another person to an **** induced dream.

Now here John was, a drunkard of 39 years sitting alone watching a porn video whiling pumping his 3-inch cock and groaning his wife’s name. It was strange that he found this porn video starring the very woman that had spurned him more than a decade ago. Seeing that slut on the screen making those faces made ready to spill his load.

“Yeah, that hit the spot,” the bald man said as he had cum on to an issue of the Daily Bugle a Spider-Man picture on the page.

He never really liked those X-Freaks, why did they just leave all of them alone; those damn muties, they were everywhere. John just wished there was a place where the freaks could be just tossed into and forgotten about. Now the Wallcrawler could not be as bad as the newspaper was trying to make him out to be the man practically saved his life from a speeding car a couple of years ago.

It was so quiet tonight, that any sound close enough could be heard from the duct system. The bald man had even heard the sound of a door slam below him; whatever the case, he needed to check it.

“Come to think of it,” John Miller said to himself as he got up from his chair and pulled his boxers back on, “Didn’t Mags invite me over once?”

The realization that the kind woman living directly below him might be in trouble only stirred him to action. Only for him to later trip on his way down the stairwell and knocking him ****; after John regained his senses, he continued to walk along the wall until he reached the door. He had no way of knowing that he had been out for over an hour.

After he made it on to the floor, the bald man looked down the hall and found a light switch close to him and flipped it. The flickering of the lights almost blinded the man as his brown eyes struggled to get accustomed to the bulbs.

“Now, where is her place again,” John asked himself, hoping he would remember the number.

Then it came to him and off along the hall he went until he came to the door. He was not sure if any intruders were left and so the man bang hard on to the door. The sounds of voice from behind the door gave the impression of a fight. If all the pain he had gone through, including his being out cold for a spell, had been for nothing. Then he was going to be pissed.

The door opened up to an ashen, blonde stranger, albeit a pretty faced 1, with what he would have thought was a Halloween getup. But the red irises were a nice touch, although it was not even October yet. But all this was beside the point, the bald man had come down a floor out of concern for a neighbor’s wellbeing. Even though they did not know each other that well, he had seen her jog in the morning. Ms. Jones’ womanly curves and fit body were nothing to sneeze at, sometimes she would get wolf whistles from college boys.

“What’s going on here?” John asked after he finally noticed Anne to the side but very close to the blonde.

Mr. Miller was annoyed, “I heard the sound of a slamming door below me, and I come down to see if you’re all right, Mags. If all you and your gal pal here are doing is dressing up or whatever, could you please keep it down?”

Then the blonde grabbed him and pulled Anne’s upstairs neighbor into the apartment. While he was not really a church goer, this was where a man who tried to give what little he had to help the less fortunate. This night would be his end.