Chapter 4

Kristen got some tissues from a box on the kitchen counter, wiping her eyes, her crying dying away. "I can fix some tea. Uhh... would you like a cup of tea?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure," I said, feeling I should stay with her for a while at least. Then, examining the door, "Did he break the door, or the lock?"

"It should be okay. That bang you heard was when he slammed the door against the wall, when like a fool I opened it for him."

As I looked over the door, I thought about what happened. I felt good, almost elated, about what happened with Paul. It looked like I might really possess that power Angela claimed I had. If I could bend others to my will, make them do what I wanted, my life was going to be a lot different, and a lot better.

Deciding no damage had been done to the door, I looked for somewhere to sit. The kitchen table was covered with books and papers, so I sat at the breakfast counter, watching Kristen get some teabags, then heat two cups of water in the microwave.

She was an attractive young woman, with a fabulous figure - slim waist, full bosom, rounded hips. I recalled from her website that she claimed her ancestry was Mexican, French and Indian. From the shape of her somewhat aquiline nose, it wasn't hard to believe the Indian part. Her hair was long, brown with blondish streaks, either from the sun or dyed. She was wearing a light colored tee-shirt, clearly without a bra from the way her breasts flowed inside the fabric, and short, cut off blue jeans. Her feet were bare.

Watching Kristen, I felt myself responding to her. "Be careful," I told myself, "She's probably fifteen years younger than you, and way out of your league." But I couldn't help becoming aroused, my cock growing thicker inside my pants leg. In the years since the divorce, I had only had a few sexual experiences - a short-lived affair, a couple of one-night stands, and an unsatisfactory encounter with a prostitute while at a convention. That I found myself attracted to someone as good-looking as Kristen wasn't surprising.

The microwave beeped. "Uhh... do you want sugar... or milk?" Kristen asked, putting the cups on the counter.

I told her I just wanted sugar, then, suddenly realizing what her "uhh's" meant, "You don't know who I am, do you?"

Returning with the sugar bowl, sitting next to me at the counter, Kristen said, "Sure I do. You're my next door neighbor."

Smiling, "That's right. I meant my name. It's Art Barnett."

"Of course. I... I just forgot." Then, extending her hand, "My name's Kristy Corrado."

Taking her hand, "Glad to meet you, Kristy."

Giggling, "Glad to meet you, Art, and thanks for saving my life."

"Any time. So, you're a student at ASU. What are you studying?"

Stirring her tea, "Business, but it's taking forever. I probably won't be able to graduate for at least two more years. I work part time as a model to pay for school, so I can't take as many classes as I want."

"I know. I saw your web page," I said, smiling.

A pinkish blush began spreading over her face and neck. "Oh... uhh, that's just to help me get work. I'm just doing that, the nude modeling, to pay for school."

I found Kristy's blush charming. I was becoming even more aroused, especially with her sitting so near. "You don't need to feel embarrassed. You're a beautiful girl, with a beautiful body. I'm not a prude, and it's obvious you're a very good model."