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 The Collector 1.  The Chance Meeting (sexless) By Karl P.  dahl
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   When I saw him at the bar my blood started to rush immediately.  The
same reddish hair and beard, same height and body - it had to be him!  It
wasn't a year since the events at the rock concert, but I felt the veins
bulging at the temples as if it was yesterday.  There he stood, talking
smoothly with the bartender, a 30-something woman with nice features, and
sipping on what looked like a whiskey of some sort as casually as if it was
any other day to him.  Which it probably was.

   on the other hand, was brought back once again to that night when I and
my wife had gone to that concert to watch a band I couldn't remember the
name of anymore, when that guy had robbed my girl of all her clothes and
fucked her in front of me.  The events came rushing to me, and without
helping it I felt an erection coming when I once again saw those hands
ripping of every shred of clothing from Laura and thrusting his dick into
her - to her extreme pleasure, i must add - while I could only watch.

   It was my buddies that brought me back to the present.  "Hey, pal, where
are you?" I turned to the voice of my friend Paul and saw his hand waving
in front of me.

   "You still with us?  You were far away just now.  What were you staring
at?" The other two, John and Reuben, was looking right at me now as well. I
shook my head to get back my bearings.

   "Sorry, I was just lost in thinking" I said, trying to smooth things
over.

   "Yeah," Reuben said, "Have to concentrate then, have 'ya?" Always a
quick remark on his lips, Reuben.  The other laughed, and I had to smile
myself.

   "Nah, I saw where his eyes had gone: they were right at that bartender's
breasts!" John filled in.  "Probably already underneath her sweater by
now!" That got the others another round of laughs at me.

   "Poor fella, not getting any at home these days?", Paul said.  I had
told them all that Laura - with me - was pregnant a few weeks earlier.  It
had of course caused a lot of cheers, but at the same time we had made a
deal to get out of a beer or two more often, since the opportunities
wouldn't come so often in the future.  In fact that was the reason we were
sitting here this night.

   When the laughs had subsided, we got back to the conversation we had
earlier, something about the football season, but my concentration remained
elsewhere; I couldn't let my mind of that guy at the bar.  I was more
cautious to when I looked at that direction so that my buddies wouldn't
notice, but by getting a glimpse from time to time I could see that he was
still talking to the bartender, and that he was seductive.  He was making
progress, to!  The bartender seemed to follow just fine.

   Immediately I felt adrenaline pumping inside me.  I wanted to get up and
confront him - no, smack him good in the face!  He deserved that for what
he had done to us!  But my senses told me that this wasn't the right time,
so I cooled off.  I decided to follow him out of here instead, to get to
him at a better place.

   I stayed with my friends for a while, and joined their various topics
for the rest of the night, but my attention was at the couple at the bar
almost all the time.  After a while i started yawning in order to simulate
that i was about to leave soon.  Not long after, i saw the guy finish his
drink and say goodbye to the bartender (he obviously wasn't getting
anything tonight from her), and that was my key.  Immediately, I got up and
took my jacket.  "Adios, fellas, I must be off now."

   My fellows looked rather surprised at my quick leave, but I didn't
bother; I had other things in mind.  I made for the door and got out just
in time to see the red-head disappear behind a corner out to the main
street.  As I followed him I thought 'Hope he doesn't take a cab - I don't
want this to turn into some bad agent story'.  I was bad enough at tracing
him walking and didn't want to follow him using other transportations.

   But I was lucky on that part; he seemed to walk casually along the
street.  Hopefully he lived somewhere nearby, making it easier for me.  I
worried a little that he would turn back and look for followers, but he
didn't.  And why should he?  He just walked on along the street a few
blocks until he turned right into a smaller street, which he followed one
more block before taking another turn left.  I followed as close as I dared
and saw him stop at a doorway.  He got out some keys and opened.  My mind
raced for a moment.  I knew where he lived now, but was this the right
moment to get to him?  Should I try to come back another day?  No, I
thought as I rushed for the door before it would close, this is the moment.
I got it just before it was about to close and stepped inside.

   Inside was a narrow hallway leading to a few apartment doors, and luck
was with me once again: I saw the red-head just before he went inside one
of the apartment at this floor!  No chasing in elevators/steps necessary.
'No time to recollect thoughts now', I thought.  Once more I dashed for a
door, this time his apartment door, and slammed into it with all my force.
It went up with great speed and hit the red-head in the back as he was
taking off his jacket, making him tumble to the floor.  I heard him scream
in surprise as he fell.  I had built up such an anger towards this guy that
I almost couldn't stop.  I kicked the door shut behind me, and before the
guy had any time to react I lifted him up and pulled him into his
apartment. "Now I got you!" I heard myself shout.

   Then I saw the terror in his eyes, and the rage inside me subsided.  The
person I held in my hands was all white and chocked out of my barging into
his apartment.  He was shaking, and sweat protruded from his forehead. 
"P-p-please take all you want, just leave me!" he stammered.

   I let him down and just stood there in silence for a moment.  "I'm
sorry..." I started, but couldn't find any suitable words to continue. 
What had I done?  This wasn't me, chasing some guy into his own apartment
and almost hitting him, What had gotten into me?  All air left me at at
that moment, so I just froze right there.

   When the guy I had followed realized that I had lost my initiative, he
apparently got his own back and dashed for the phone.  The sight of him
starting to call someone - probably the police - made me react once more
and I shouted "Stop!  I won't harm you!" When the red-head hesitated, I
continued.  "I'm only here for two things: a dress you stole from my wife
and an explanation." I hadn't quite figured out that myself at that moment,
it just came along as I said it.  But it was right: those were the reasons
I were here for.  "If you just sit down, I'll explain".

   Luckily for me, the red-head seemed to realize that I meant what I said,
and put put down the phone.  He then seated himself on a couch right next
to him.  He looked seriously suspicious when he said, "Right, but you
better be quick about it."

   I remained standing when I started explaining.  "You see, we have met
before.  You probably don't remember me, but I certainly won't forget you.
We were at the same rock concert a few months ago, watching The Mammoths
playing.  I was there with my wife, and...".  I lost trail there, this was
still very hard to say; I had in fact never said it to anyone other than
Laura, "...you had sex with my wife right in front of my eyes.  And took
all of her clothing."

   While I said this, the guy's expression went from suspicious to curious
and finally ended in a sly smile.  "Ah, the chick in the black dress" he
said, "I remember her.  She was hot."

   I didn't like my wife being called a 'hot chick' right in front of me,
but I let that be, and continued to tell to the red-head the situation from
my point of view, and the events following his hasty leave.  I didn't tell
him that this had caused trouble to our sex life since that - that was none
of his business.  He listened eagerly to me with a curious smile all the
time.

   "Now, what I'd like from you are as I said two things.  First, the dress
you stole from us; it was a very dear thing that I gave to my wife before
we got married, and was kind of a symbol of our love.  It is hand-sewn to
fit my wife and very special to both of us.  Second, why the hell did you
do it?  The sex part I can understand, as I told you I kind of enjoyed it
myself, but why ripping of all her clothes and running away from us?" My
voice had cracked there at the final words, I sat down on a chair and said
no more.

   The room was left in silence for some moments, before the red-head said
"Would you like something to drink?"

   That surprised me, but I managed to say "Yes, some water.  And a
whiskey, if you have."

   He left the couch and came back a few moments later with a glass of
water and two glasses of whiskey.  He took one for himself and sat once
again down on the couch.  "Okay, I guess it's my turn to tell a story,
now."
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