The Man in
traffic following along behind Brad and thinking about how
wonderful a find she had made in the mirror. Her little
incident in the house was far away now, like a dream she
couldn't quite grasp the edges of. Only the essence of the
episode remained, like an aphrodisiac hangover. She'd almost
mentioned it to Vic when she'd told her the story behind the
mirror, and then she'd thought better of it and decided to keep
it to herself. It had been too private.
All that mattered now
was that she'd gotten away with a beautiful antique mirror with a
story behind it that made it all the more irresistible. It was an
almost unbelievable steal. Almost like a set up. She shook the
thought; the girl had just wanted to be done with her toils, that
Then she found her
thoughts wandering back to the man in the mirror. He'd smiled.
Thinking back she wondered if she weren't reading more into the
incident, but it had been a sort of patiently enigmatic smile, a
'knowing' smile. She'd felt naked in that moment, down to her
soul naked. Their encounter had lasted only a moment, but she
felt like he had left a mark on her very being.
She put her turn
signal on as she watched Brad take a right. 'Almost there…' "She
thought starting to make her turn. Her breasts felt so heavy all
of a sudden. She was braless in her white T-shirt and her nipples
started to peak. Putting a hand to her chest she felt her pulse
rising, she licked her dry lips trying to focus on the road and
finding it hard to do. She felt very aware of every part of her
body all of a sudden, as if her clothes were a second skin. As
she took her hand away from her chest she realized the reason
why. She was sheathed for the second time that morning in sweat,
making her clothes cling to her every curve and
Taking a glance into
her rearview one last time as she turned the wheel, she screamed.
Jerking the wheel too hard to the right she lost control of the
car for a split second and spun into her turn. She spun off the
road and past the bike lane into a gravely semicircle just barely
missing a semi truck loaded with trees that had veered into the
wrong lane. Her lane.
The screeching scream
of angry hot rubber sounded as she brought the car to a dust
clouded halt. She huffed shallow breaths as she turned to scan
the back seat in a panic. The scent of warm leather and gravel
dust filled her nostrils.
Seeing nothing but
her own terrified face reflected back in the mirror she turned
back to the front seat and looked out her side window as the semi
truck righted itself into its own lane. She stared dumfounded as
it drove away without even stopping to see if she was okay. The
crazy bastard had almost killed her and hadn't even stopped to
see if she was all right! She laid her head back and closed her
eyes trying to control a roiling mixture of emotions; lust,
anger, fear and confusion she counted among them.
"Oh my god." She
barely wheezed huffing.
Trying to catch her
breath, she rolled down her window letting the cool air wash over
her sweat soaked body; it wasn't enough. She longed to rip her
shirt off and stand under a cool shower.
'What the hell just
happened?' She thought reaching out a shaky hand to open the
door. A deluge of refreshing air filled the car and she closed
her eyes as her breathing finally started to slow. She got out of
the car and walked around it looking in. No one. She put her arms
over her head and leaned over the driver side door.
Her head was
spinning. The semi had nearly missed crashing head first into her
small car and making a ball of tin out of it. She couldn't have
seen it coming from her vantage before she'd made the turn; the
corner had been blind. The truck had been totally in the wrong
lane and weaving badly. If she hadn't glanced into her rearview
and been startled into running off the road by the image of the
man in her mirror at just the right moment…she'd have been
He had winked at her
this time as he smiled, taking off his sunglasses as he'd done
so. Flashing his perfect white teeth at her, which were a bright
contrast to his tanned skin. He'd been more than just a
distraction from the road. He'd been an arresting sight with
movie star good looks. His eyes had held hers captive, sexy hazel
forth from her center causing her stomach to flutter. The stories
Vic had told her were just stories, must have been true. Twice
was not a coincidence. Where had he gone? Had he just saved her
life on purpose? Yes, she decided he definitely
She looked around
once more to be sure she was alone. No was around, except the
occasional passing car. He had been very real, she was sure of
it. She laughed. Sure of what? Who was he and why did she keep
seeing him in the mirror? She had been thinking of him just
before she'd seen him there. Maybe he'd been a suggestive
delusion? Her fantasies mixed with Vic's
As she weighed this
new possibility in her mind she remembered the fine details she'd
noticed about the man. His wavy brown hair had been cut long. The
starched white collar of his dress shirt flanking his neck had
opened in a V, with three buttons open exposing a tan chest cut
with muscle, not too much muscle, not too little. His leather
coat had reflected the sunlight dully; she'd even smelled the
leather as her car had begun to spin out of control. The man in
the mirror was definitely haunting her, ghost or
Sarah drove home to
find Brad waiting in the drive smoking a cigarette and looking a
little unsure of what to do with him self. When he saw her drive
up his expression lightened and he put out his smoke. He lifted
the table out of the back of his truck and waited for her to get
out of her car.
"Where'd you go? I
didn't see you again after I turned off the main road. I waited
for a sec to see if you'd catch up, but when you didn't come I
figured you'd probably took a different route." He said
scratching his head.
She didn't know
exactly why yet, but she didn't want anyone to know about the
strange things she'd seen or felt around the mirror. At least she
told herself, not until she could figure it all out for herself.
So she lied.
"Oh, yeah sorry about
that. I forgot to tell you I take the back road now. The other
one has too many potholes. I think its messing up my
alignment."She didn't look him in the eye as she passed him to
open the front door. "It would probably be easier to bring it in
through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen." She didn't like
lying, but the truth was just too bizarre and
She was just
finishing putting the last of the chairs in place around her new
table when Brad came out of her room. "It'll hold alright. That's
sure is one heavy mirror, but I made sure to drive the nail into
a stud. It won't come down anytime soon. Here's your hammer,
where should I put it?"
"Here, I'll take it.
Thank you so much Brad. Sorry for the trouble by the way. I
really appreciate it, my mother won't get off my back about
dressing the place up. Would you like a beer?" She asked as she
offered a frosted bottle to him.
"No, no I have to get
going Tommy just called me from the mall, he's ready to be picked
up now. Thanks though." Brad said heading for the
"Oh okay, another
time then. Bye Brad!" When the door shut home her eyes darted to
her bedroom door. She waited a beat, two…Nothing happened. Slowly
walking to her room she realized she wasn't exactly scared of the
mirror, or the man. She was actually excited about it, them…him.
She wasn't sure where he ended and the mirror began. She intended
to figure it out though.
Walking into her room
softly she approached the mirror, which now hung along side her
bed exactly where she'd told Brad she'd wanted it. Smiling in
childish delight she ran her fingers indulgently along its guild.
Still nothing happened. She looked at herself and decided she
needed a shower badly.
She reached down and
peeled off the damp tee that had so plagued her on the side of
the road an hour back. Her full breasts bounced gently as she did
so and a soft sigh of delight escaped her lips as she kicked off
her sandals and slipped out of her shorts, slinging them across
the room to land precariously on top of her laundry hamper.
Falling back on her goose down comforter she decided to indulge
in a moment of sweet respite. Letting the tension ease slowly
from her tired body, she lay comfortably in the nude. Suddenly
she felt like she was being watched and her eyes flew open. Yet
she was alone. The man was not there.
Her eyes narrowed
ever so slightly as she stood languidly in all her naked glory,
trying not to appear alarmed. She stretched out her five foot six
frame for all it was worth and stuck out her chest and bottom.
Reaching up she ran her fingers slowly through her hair and let
her head fall back. She ran her hands over her hips and belly
turning to observe her self from the side. Sticking her lips into
a pout and pulling her hair up into a pile on top of her head,
she posed. Pretending to examine herself in the mirror she knew
she teased and played at the man's senses. She felt his hungry
eyes watching her; still he refused to show himself. It turned
her on this game of cat and mouse, but she refused to give him
anymore. She could play hard to get too. She let her hair fall
from her fingertips pretending to tire of her voyeuristic
exploits. She sauntered off to shower feeling a little put out.
After taking a hot
shower she toweled herself, once again in front of the mirror.
She did this slowly taking her time. Then she donned a
comfortable pink shift, brushed her hair out and turned the
lights out save for a night light she kept in the bathroom. It
gave just enough light to help her see the way to her bed without
having to feel her way. It was the only childish habit she'd
allowed herself to keep since she'd lived on her own. Nothing
appeared in the mirror. Not even a glimmer.
Sarah crawled up onto
her oversized bed and into the covers. She watched the mirror
through lowered lids as she drifted off. She knew he watched her
from somewhere inside the mirror, she also knew he watched over
her. Peace and tranquility filled her, as she lay there. She felt
She fell asleep
thinking about the man in the mirror, wondering what it would
feel like to have his hands all over her body, where she was
almost certain his eyes had been.
He watched over her
as she fell asleep.Sitting back, waiting for the rightmoment.
She had taken himfarther thanwas safe...much farther. Soon he
would give her what she asked for and he hoped she could take