The Complete Quake Series Boxset - Jacob Chance Page 0,3

my screen my thoughts temporarily wander to Janny, but I push her out of my mind.

Watching Bryan work on his computer is one of the least interesting jobs I’ve ever taken. This guy is boring as fuck and I’m earning every penny of my money on this gig. Sitting in my car for an all-night stakeout would beat this. I wish he’d leave the house just to switch it up, but he continues to sit there, shoulders rolled forward, typing furiously on his keyboard. Ben our computer specialist installed a software monitoring system and he’s tracking Bryan’s every online move. Hopefully he finds something wrong soon, because I might die of fucking boredom on this job. I drum my fingers on my desk and fight the urge to check on Janny.

The next few days pass quickly, leaving me with no new information acquired about Bryan. For all intents and purposes, he seems to be the perfect husband. He works in his office all day long and then has dinner waiting on the table when she comes home. From what I’ve seen he’s extremely attentive. He listens to what she says, showering her with affection, often touching her in some small way, like a dance only couples who’ve been with each other for a long time have mastered.

While I sit here typing up my case notes for my records, my mind is distracted with images of Janny. It’s been a couple of days since I saw her, but I find her invading my thoughts more than she should be. Flashes of her back arched in the throes of her orgasm consume me. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s unfortunate she’s not the slightest bit aware of the desire she’s inspired in me. I can’t remember the last time I hungered for someone so much or came with such force.

I’m disappointed she hasn’t been around the house at all the past two days. I know she’s a student at Boston University and I’m assuming her course load is keeping her busy, but I’ve missed seeing her. I’ve missed her beautiful smile that can infuse the entire room with light, I’ve missed the way she tips her head to the right when she’s paying close attention to what someone’s saying. I’ve missed the way she tucks her hair behind her left ear and chews on the side of her full bottom lip when she’s lost in her thoughts. Every time I see her I notice more. My instincts allow me to see beyond what the average person does. Everything I’m observing about her makes me want to know her, to know who she really is. I want the flesh and blood version of her, not the muted one on a screen. I’m curious to know what makes her laugh and what makes her cry. Which does she prefer, Mexican or Chinese food? How old was she when she was kissed for the first time? What’s the name of the lucky bastard who took her virginity?

There are so many questions I need to know the answers to - questions I’ve never been interested in knowing the answers to before now. I’ve never felt this burning intensity for someone. I’m a solitary guy by nature, even more so for the past few years, but every single cell of my broken soul is pushing me toward her.

She’s never set eyes on me. She has no idea I exist...but she will.

Observing Bryan is the last thing I want to be doing today. I’m in a shit mood and it’s a good thing I’m working from home because I’m not fit for company. Some days I wonder why I bother. It would be so much easier for me to just end the uncertainty of my situation with a bullet to my brain or maybe swallowing down a bottle worth of pills would be a more surefire alternative. I could wash them down with one last drink of Jameson in a farewell toast.

It’s been nice knowing ya, now fuck off.

Just like an angel swooping in to save me from the depths of my darkness, Janny appears on one of the screens. Her breasts are thrust forward as she removes her jacket and my mouth waters. I wonder what kind of sounds she would make as I suck on her nipples. Would she cry out or would she stay silent? Would she whimper or would she moan?

Hanging her jacket on the coat rack by the door,