The Fall of Glenn Hiss (Futa/male, Male/futa, rape)

In the middle of suburbia, on a quiet street, I eyed a woman with ill intent. With the convenient excuse of getting my mail in early evening, I watched her pull up to her house in her periwinkle blue Ford Focus. while getting out of her car, she spotted me and waved to me with a smile.

Her name was Cheryl. She was my neighbor and my friend.

I watched my dear friend like a predator. I waved back with muted enthusiasm. Despicable.

Even after a tiring day working customer service, dealing with the worst that consumerist society has to offer, she still had the energy and will to walk to her side of our fence. "Hey Glenn." She even had the will to talk to someone like me.

"Hi Cheryl." I said casually. I nudged the bridge of my glasses, pushing the black, square frames up my nose just a bit. A nervous habit. Fortunately, I don't think she every noticed it. "How was work today?"

With a rotation of her neck, her short, brown hair swayed about. "Just about as well as any crummy day."

While she regaled me with a story of a few of the truly annoying people that shop at her store, I nodded and 'uh-huh' at all the appropriate moments, but my eyes drifted. The fence was only waist high, and a cheap bit of jewelry hung around her neck, the small silver circle on the end of the pendant settling just a little about the start of her cleavage. Occasionally, as she animated her anecdote with an exaggerated gesture, the soon-to-be setting sun's light would cause it to glitter.

It was a gift from me. My parents were the only family I have, and passed away in a car crash a few years back. I spent my Christmas with her as a guest with her at her sister's family. Yet here I was thinking...

"...Glenn?"

I brought my eyes up, but didn't look her in the eye, more like the side of her cheek. "Yeah?" I said halfhearted.

"I-if my story is boring, you can just say so, you know?" Her blue eyes looked into me, and saw whatever bothered me was not her story. "Are you all right? You look a little down."

For a half split of a second, I panicked. "It's just...that doctor's visit today..." I hastily came up with an excuse, and it showed.

"Yeah, you said yesterday you were going to the doctor today. What could be so worrying, it's not like your in terrible shape." She gave a half-smile as she ran a finger through her hair, half-heartedly trying to get a potential tangle out.

A flirtatious compliment, but a romantic turn in the relationship was one I had already tried to move toward, and was predictably denied. I'm not a good enough person for her apparently. I'm not a good person at all.

"It was just a simple check up." Looking down at my mail, a convenient cover for my slight discomfort was found. "The bill...worries me."

She nodded knowingly, with an 'Ah'. I had told her about getting fired from my IT job, and bad luck with health seemed to be the norm this year for me. We were friends after all. "Well, do you want me to cook dinner for you?"

My eyes lit up, although not for the same reason as she would think. This was an opportunity. I didn't even have to lure her into my house. The lamb would just waltz into the wolf's den.

"Just to cheer you up a bit." She smiled, this time a full one. It would definitely be classified as 'beaming.' "I know you've done it for me when I was down."

Tonight was the night I was going to strike. There would be no regrets.

***

By the time it could safely be considered night, we had finished eating dinner in my home. She had made rice pilaf, with plenty of vegetables and a bit of chicken. All the vegetables, including some she had to bring over from her house because knew I didn't buy them, was 'so that next check-up would go better.'

Finishing off the last morsel, she stretched in her chair, her hands locked and arms above her head. When she arched backwards just

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