Behind Enemy Lines

Later, Porter returned home, sighing heavily as she took off her coat and hung it up on a hook by the door. "I'm home.." she called as she dropped the keys into the bowl on the table "In here!" a male responded; she entered the kitchen to find her Husband, Bill, in the middle of cooking.

"What's for dinner?" she asked, indicating the boiling pot on the stove "Your favourite, creamy chicken and coriander soup followed by Trout in Garlic Butter finished off with Spotted Dick and Custard, all complemented with a nice glass of Port. I figured you needed a good meal, after the trouble you've been having with this guy you've been investigating. What is it the Media and practically everyone on Social Media's calling him? Oh, yeah, "the One Second Bandit"..."

Porter hummed "It's accurate enough, that's all he seems to need in order to pull off his capers. One minute, everything is perfectly normal, the next, utter chao-" Porter suddenly stopped talking and sat motionless whilst Bill froze as he lifted the spoon he was stirring the soup with to his mouth. There was the click of the front door opening followed by footsteps walking down the corridor and the Bandit entered the room. "I did knock, Commander, but nobody answered so I let myself in, hope you don't mind?" The Policewoman continued to sit perfectly motionless, staring at her equally frozen Husband.

The Bandit sauntered over to Bill and sniffed the soup on the spoon "Mind if I?" he asked as he slid the spoon from the man's limp grasp, leaving him holding and supping thin air. He put it in his mouth, swallowed the whole thing and smacked his lips "Hmm, in my honest opinion, it needs more pepper..." he placed the spoon down, picked up the pepper grinder and scooped out a large pinch of pepper, which he began to gently rub in and around the frozen man's nostrils. He then picked up the spoon again and slid it into Bill's shirt pocket before unbuckling the man's trousers and pulling them down to his ankles. With that done, he unclipped the man's watch from around his wrist and slipped it in his pocket.

With Bill done, he turned his attention to Jane, still sat open mouthed and staring at her motionless Husband "Looks good,doesn't he?" he crooned as he leaned over her "Say, don't just sit there in those uncomfortable clothes, you're at home, you should feel more at ease. Here, let me help..." and with that, he began to remove Porter's clothing until she was dressed in nothing but her underwear. He placed her in a seductive pose, leaning back against the kitchen island, legs crossed and her hands behind her head, a slight alteration to the jawline saw her smiling seductively at her Husband, still standing with his trousers down around his ankles.

As the Bandit took off the Policewoman's watch, he noticed a few family photos adorning the fridge; in addition to Husband and Wife, there was a girl of about fourteen and a boy of ten. "Kids, eh?" the Bandit smiled "Well, now, I can't leave them out of the fun, can I now?"