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Watching Mom

Paul moved quietly along the side of the house, hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark so that he wouldn't go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap left by his 5 year old b*****r. He kept his eyes fixed on the window 30 feet ahead from which a pale light was barely reaching out into the night. Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put up to keep the crazy next door neighbors at bay and to give some privacy so Paul and his f****y could enjoy their swimming pool. To Paul's left was the cool, dark brick of his house and he touched at it for guidance in the darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the un- even surface. There was no sound other than the beating of his heart which was now starting to be a throbbing hammer in his neck. His mouth was dry and he took every step with caution and care, bringing each foot down gently but firmly. It was so quiet that when the central air unit a few feet ahead of him suddenly jumped into motion it was as if Paul had been kicked in the chest. For a moment he considered backing up, but he had gone this far and couldn't really change course. Not now. From somewhere down the street came the barking of a dog. The air conditioner had settled down into a dull drone which, Paul realized, would cover any sounds he might make. He took another step toward that window, then another. Somewhere a car door closed, hard. He waited a moment, trying to calm his jagged breathing. Turning back? No. Not after all the prepara- tions he'd made! ...

... Everything was perfect, and timing was essen- tial. Billy, his 5 year old b*****r, was asl**p in his own room on the other side of the house. No one else was in the house except for Paul's mother, and she had told him she was going to take a shower and go to bed and had already kissed him goodnight. As far as she knew, her 14 year old son was in his room watching TV - she certainly wouldn't suspect he was edging along the house through the darkness toward her bedroom window! But preparations were more than timing - they involved a lot of work! He had slipped into his mother's bedroom earlier before she got home from work and had moved the edge of the curtain ever so slightly, making sure one slat in the mini-blind was raised just enough. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He had been so careful that he'd actually begun the night before when he did a dry run -- rigged the window and stood in her room, trying to determine if the brightness of the in- side bedroom light would make the night outside even darker, providing better cover. It did. And so he was confident he wouldn't be seen, but not so sure he'd be able to see. What about the angle? What about the precarious arrangement of the curtain and blind? Was it too much? Not enough? It was a risk, but in Paul's mind it seemed worth it. After all, his mom was beautiful - long red hair down her back, a face that looked to him as if it belonged on a movie screen. Lisa was in her thirties, but that was a shock to most people because she ...