Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

I put a movie on for the kids and grabbed my laptop to research Mark Thomas in Dallas. There were a few Mark Thomases, but I did find him on Insta and confirmed with his pictures it was him. The address was real and Google Maps put him on the other side of the park. It looked like a comparable neighborhood to ours from the street view. I was not able to confirm the phone number and was not willing to risk testing it, or he would have my number.

Unable to let it go and having exhausted my internet sleuthing skills, I decided to take the kids for ice cream and do a drive-by. As we passed, I saw a black Jeep Wrangler in the driveway and spotted him in the side yard, working on the fence. I did not see any sign of a wife or kids as we passed, and dared not risk another pass, fearing he might notice me. Unfortunately, the only way out of the neighborhood, took me past his house again.

My mind raced with the arrogance of this prick, giving out his name and address, as if he wanted me to come after him. As I turned around to exit the neighborhood, the natives got restless, and an argument broke out over the handheld game boy.

"Hey! Do you want ice cream, or are we turning around for home?" I yelled, with the universal parent threat.

They both chimed in, "I'll be good!"

As we passed again, his house was on my side of the car making me nervous. He was still working and not looking my way. I scanned the house for any signs of any other people and still didn't see anyone. Then from the corner of my eye, he seemed to turn my way and I looked forward quickly not wanting to make eye contact and give myself away. I watched in the rearview and did not see any signs of him looking.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with the kids. We had ice cream and I let them ride their bikes. Amy came home about 5:30pm and we went out to eat.

On the way to the restaurant, she called her mother, who was dying to come for a visit. She told Amy it was her father's annual fishing trip, and he was gone for two weeks. So while we waited to be seated, we bought her a ticket for the next day!

There was a tremendous sense of relief for Amy and during dinner, she gave an indication that a back rub might be worth my while that evening.

It may have been paranoia given the events of the day, but after coming twice already, I didn't want to risk suspicion. We hadn't had sex in over a month and there was a good chance she would figure out there was something off if I didn't blow the appropriate load. So, I was relieved when she did not pursue it at bedtime. She just snuggled up and faded off to sleep. That was also a sign her stress levels were down, and she was able to rest.

Unfortunately for me, I struggled all night long. It took forever to sleep and when I did, it was broken up by bad dreams. In the morning, I actually thought about going for a run to clear my head, before it hit me, I can never run in that park again. Shit! That was one of the reasons we chose the house! But I couldn't risk ever running into him with my family!

As I lay there, that was the moment I knew I had to do something about the arrogant bastard. I slipped out of bed and retreated to my future man-cave in the basement. For the first time, I pulled up the video on my phone. There had to be something I could use on it.

As I watched I was reminded how damaging it would be if it was ever found. I watched it all the way through three times, dumbfounded by how he manipulated the situation. Each time, my heart raced with panic and at least there was no uncontrollable boner this time. Just disgust and fear.

Amy could never see it, so I moved the video from my phone to my work tablet and hid it in some program file folder that no one would think to look in. I was frustrated, beyond words that nothing on the video seemed to give me hope for using it against him. It would take video editing skills far beyond my abilities to make it usable. I decided to investigate video editing software later.

Then, I noted the time. It was almost exactly twenty-four hours since the incident. He was probably jacking off waiting for me in the woods. It angered me the bastard was probably doing just that, sure of himself that I would do his bidding.

I thought about making an anonymous call to the police and reporting a flasher in the park. But sadly, I wasn't even sure how to describe the spot or where it was in the park exactly. So I came up with a plan.

I would retrace my steps this afternoon. He surely couldn't hang out all day. I would identify it on the map. Then I would reach out to him and ask to meet tomorrow morning and tip the police that I saw a man masturbating in public. I found the info for the park police and programmed the number into my phone. Then I printed out the trail map and prepared myself.

Amy's mom, Beth, wasn't getting in until about 6:30pm, so there would be plenty of time after lunch to go for a run. Since a morning run was out, I spent some more time on the internet and looked at some background-check sites. It became apparent, I would need more info on him to get any kind of check done. I used the street view of Google Maps to scope out his house. I hoped to get a back and side view but couldn't get much.

So, I made breakfast again and gave Amy some quiet time while I entertained the kids. We had a good Sunday morning, and after lunch I took my run.

When I got to the site, my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I took some pics of the area and the site; in case I should need them. Then I zeroed in on the location on the map, to be able to direct park police to the site.

Feeling like a detective, I decided to drive by his house again after my run. I told Amy I was going to get some things for the yard. As I drove by, the Wrangler was not in the drive, and it looked quiet. So, I pulled around the corner and parked out of view of the house. Then I got out and walked back by, scoping out the property and looking for entry points.

If I lured him out to the park and I could get in the house, I might find something to use against him. After passing the house twice with no sign of activity, I pretended to be calling my dog and walked up the drive and around the side into the backyard.

My heart raced as I stepped onto the back deck and looked into the kitchen. There was a laptop on the island counter. I tried the slider and it moved, but only about an inch before hitting a stop. As I saw the broom handle in the slot, it hit me how crazy I was being. I had no idea when he might come home, so I quickly retreated.

I got back to my car, feeling like a private eye from TV, but unlike those P.I.s, I was trembling. As I thought about a way in, I began to formulate a plan. If I could get a straightened coat hanger shaped right, I could possibly get the handle out of the slider and gain access. Luckily, his back slider was in a nook that blocked the view from the neighbors' on the sides.

It seemed almost foolproof. I would reach out today and arrange a meeting to bait him, wake up early and be there when he leaves for the park. Then I would get inside to look around and fifteen to twenty minutes before the meet time, call the park police. If they didn't get him, I'd have a chance to find some evidence to use against him and be long gone before he gets back.

As an extra layer of precaution, I went to the Dollar Store on the way home and got my first burner phone. I was really enjoying the P.I. thing. I activated it and made the call from the Dollar Store parking lot.

"Hello?"

I froze at the sound of his voice.

"Helloooo?" he said, annoyed.

"It's Steven," I said, sheepishly.

"Steven, my friend. Are you calling with the other four hundred dollars you promised for letting you suck my cock? I can't believe I let you talk me into that. I never would have imagined. But I gotta say, you know what you're doing. You must do that a lot."

I sat there speechless. Was he recording this, I wondered?

"Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"Are you bringing my money?"

He was infuriating! I just needed him there.

"Be there," I said, sternly.

"Not unless you promise to bring what I'm owed. And you'll need more if you want a repeat. We both know that's why you called. You know I'm not... like you, but I need the money. Are you bringing the money, Steven?"

"Yes, be there!" I hung up.

My anger level was off the scales again. I sat there trying to calm myself, running through the plan. Adrenalin rushed through me as I realized how crazy this all was. If I got caught, who knew what could happen. Breaking and entering, would not go over well with the airline.

That night, I was hyped up and ready for that back rub. Unfortunately, Amy and her mom stayed up late catching up. And she had work on Monday. It was my long weekend, so I was off Monday with the 5:00am flight to DC, scheduled Tuesday morning.

I laid awake for a while running through the plan and then, nearly slept too long. I woke up, grabbed my phones, coat hanger and tablet as I rushed out in my running gear.

I arrived at his house about 5:20am and was pleasantly reassured to see the Jeep. I parked on the other side of his street one house down and watched. There were no lights on, so I sat reading the news from my tablet.

My next move was one I would soon regret. I brought up the video of our encounter, looking again at how I might edit it to use against him. As I watched, I felt the stirring in my balls like I did that morning. Why I didn't turn it off and stay on task, I will always wonder. My eyes shifted from the house to the video and back to the house, as my dick stiffened uncontrollably.