She was a well dressed Asian women about 26 years old. She was wearing a conservative but sexy red and black dress. The dress was mid-thigh length, fa...rly tight and had a low-cut top. As she got closer, I was hoping she would sit in one of the other two vacant seats in my aisle. Then she snapped me out of my daze when she asked whether the window seat was free. She quickly put her bag in the overhead and I got a quick look at her nice looking butt. As she stretched to put her bag away, I could. She wanted to open her front door when she was home alone and be surprised and thrown back into the house and fucked, mercilessly fucked. Sometimes she walked around naked on the first floor of the house, the front door window had no curtain. Sometimes she took an extra long time to stretch deliberately in front of the bathroom window. She thought of ways to struggle but not struggle too hard, and end up accidentally helping her rapist(s) fuck her pussy or her ass, or maybe her throat deeper.. “I think so,” he assured her. “Let’s go through top to bottom.” They did, except for Angela’s room. Neither had been there. From there, they went to get a small bite of breakfast and shortly afterward he knew it was time to head home. She thanked him, kissed him intimately, and she made sure he got a thank you hug he would always remember. “Don’t be a stranger,” she told him were her last words before he headed out. “I hope not,” he said as he kissed her on her cheek. He headed home and dealt. I had only wished that I could shrink and disappear but that fantasy was instantly erased by the knock on the door and the shit-eating grinning on his face. I went to the front door and opened it up. “Hey, little buddy! How you doing man? I told you I’d have another package for you and here I am. This time I’ve brought a real big package and his name is James. Say hello to pussyboy James,” he said as they both entered the house and dropped the large box on the large. The empty sound it made.