Mischievousness at home

His mom looks concerned as she feels his forehead. He is not sure what happened in the shower. Did he hallucinate, did he just react with a flood of adrenaline, or could really, but that thought was too insane to really contemplate. Therefore, he agrees to stay home. Half an hour later, his mom is off to her job as a paralegal, and he has home alone. Soon he is up and dressed in faded jeans and a "Lord of the Rings" T-shirt with a picture of Gimli on it. He goes down and grabs a breakfast bar and a Coke. He sits at the kitchen table and tries to figure out what happened. He was startled when his Juliet, his sister, came in from the door to the livingroom.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Mom, was worried about you and asked me to stay to keep an eye on you." She smiled concernedly. "So how are you feeling? Are you woozy? Are you hot or cold? Do you have any rash?"

Oh hell, how he wanted her to stop. ‘Stop… stop, huh?’ he ran the word the concept over and over in his head. For some reason, it seemed important. ‘Stop!’ That is it. ‘STOP!’ him think to himself.

Suddenly, everything is dead silent. There exist nowhere anywhere any noises whatsoever. He gets up and looks out the kitchen window. A bird is suspended in mid-flight over the yard. The clouds are still and no wind blows. He drops his half-eaten breakfast bar, but as soon as his hand lets go, the bar remains suspended where he were last holding it. He walks to the living room and look out the front window. Across the street he sees Mrs. Turner about to lock her dead bolt before going to work. He smiles.

He hates Mrs. Turner. It was she who once ratted he out, after he snuck out of the house late one night to go see a midnight showing of Alien. She also kept a Frisbee he accidentally threw in her yard once.

He leaves the house and walk over to her frozen body. Smiling he carefully run his hand over her ass. She does not move. He is getting aroused, but keeps going. He carefully undoes her skirt as if she might feel him. He slides her skirt down and notice she is only wearing panty hose. No panties or slip. He lifts her up and leaves her suspended high enough to slip her skirt out from under her. He then put her back down gently. He then removes her blouse. He hides her clothes in some nearby bushes. With a smile he gives her ass a firm smack. He leans in her ear and whisper, “paybacks are hell.” The last thing he does is break her house key off in the lock and steal her car keys, so she will be stranded in her underwear. He looks over her one last time, ‘for someone her age, she’s not half bad looking.” Then, he goes back across the street.

"GO!" he thinks. It does not work at first, but a few tries and he soon have time up and moving again.

Everything whirs into movement. He watches Mrs. Turner realize her state of undress then look at her broken key. She fumbles with the doorknob, but to no avail. She glances around nervously to see if anyone is watching. He sees her crouch down behind the shrubs in front of the front porch, then loose sight of her.