Alex Two: The Next Time

Pretty soon I was lost in the kind of mindlessness you can only get in a shower, the kind that
lets you badly sing pop songs and lather your hair into rabbit ears. I was feeling pretty good when
I turned the knob from hot to cold for a second or two before shutting the water off completely,
and at first didn't register the shadow across the sliding glass doors.

And there he was again, just standing there in the bathroom as I slid the glass door back. I must
have looked an idiot, probably standing there frozen with eyes wide, water dripping of my body, because
he laughed sort of quietly, and in the instant my brain was formulating what to do he stepped towards me,
grabbing the back of my head and pulling me out of the shower. If there hadn't been a bathmat there, I
probably would have slipped and broke my skull open.

He twisted me around and and pushed me to the floor so I was kneeling in one quick motion, and then
he was squatting beside me, but he continued pushing until my head was on the small rug around the front
of the toilet. There was something red in his other hand, but I couldn't see it. I struggled for a minute but he
had the advantage of weight above me, and my squirming want doing anything but hurting me, so I stopped
and just knelt there with my knees up to my chest, and my head on a mismatched orange rug.

He sighed loudly. All I could see from this position was his boots. He shuffled back
a bit, knelt on one knee and brought his face down to my ear, "Hello Baby." He said, in a quiet, even
voice. "Been thinking about you all day." He sighed again, his hot breath whispered past my ear and neck.
"About your sweet sweet mouth. Oh that was so good, you little cock slut. So. Good."

My mouth had gone dry, and my heart was beating so I could hear it in my ears. At this angle he
had all the power. I think if he knelt forward on top of me he could have easily crippled or even killed me.