The dirty and dangerous dvd - pulling the puppetmaster's strings

Tony’s discovery of the DVD sent a shiver down his spine as the thrill of being in Marilyn’s apartment finally hit him. He felt alive as adrenalin coursed through his veins and the fact that he was out of the plaster cast also served to exhilarate him – he was invulnerable! Or so he thought as at that moment, just as he was about to check out the disk on Marilyn’s DVD player he heard a key being put in the lock of the front door, being turned and the door being pushed open as someone stepped into the hall.

In a moment of panic Tony nearly knocked over a vase of bright yellow tulips on a coffee table next to the television but luckily he caught it in time. Slipping the disk into his pocket he leapt over the sofa and lay silent.

Marilyn walked into the living room and stopped. Something wasn’t quite right but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She looked around but nothing seemed out of place. The front door had been locked, the windows were closed, there was no draft from the bedrooms. Then it struck her, it was the smell. A man’s cologne but not one used by any man that she was dating, not even the puppet master who had a strange habit of constantly changing his clothes, his perfume, his car – as though he suspected someone from Interpol would pull up at any moment and take him away. He was paranoid that one... And perhaps she too was in danger of over thinking things, over analysing, being over cautious.

She had to break ties with the puppet master she thought. It had all been very sexy to begin with. Elaborately constructed and executed plans for sexual pleasure involving innocents who would unknowingly find themselves seduced and drawn into a dark and murky world where the ultimate kick would be their demise. She had had enough of the games, it had turned her into a bag of nerves she thought. The smell was nothing, she was imagining it.

Sweat trickled down Tony’s forehead as he lay stock still. He peered around the corner of the sofa and to his horror he noticed that with the bedroom door open there was a mirror which gave a clear view of him lying on the lounge floor. Thankfully Marilyn wasn’t looking in that direction.

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