The Sketch

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spaldan
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Introduction

Bill was burned out at 28 years old. He hated to admit it, but he was totally fried. He detested when friends and coworkers grumbled about working late nights or being exhausted from a day at the office, because Bill knew they were really bragging about their jobs and their work. Besides, they were rich men's problems, not gritty blue collar work. And so, at first, Bill called himself a pussy and yelled at his red-eyed reflection in the mirror in the morning, telling himself to suck it up. But mornings started to feel like a monumental effort just to lift the sheets to get himself out of bed. And some weekends he'd spend the entire morning just staring at the blank ceiling of his tiny condo, unable to get his limbs to move.

He finally admitted he had a problem, and it was ironic, really. He had worked very hard through college and a one year apprenticeship afterwards. He studied long hours and worked as a bus boy at a restaurant, and in those days he was happy. He had very little money but a good group of friends and lots of time to have fun. He had gotten a dream job at a very well respected trading firm, done very well, and then got a coveted position working commodities. It seemed like all his hard work had paid off, but suddenly he found himself with tons of money and very little time to enjoy it. Most of the weekend was spent reading for work and other research. His hours at the office started very early and the days were long. What finally snapped Bill out of his rut was the realization that he had acquired most of the material things he had thought he would ever want, and he had no time to enjoy them.

Bill finally approached his Human Resources department, and was surprised at how understanding they were of his proposal. The older lady with the sympathetic smile gave Bill a knowing look and said people in Bill's position often took sabbaticals from the firm. She insisted it be called a sabbatical and not a "leave of absence." HR would be much happier that way. Plus, she was sure he was going to come back, she informed him. Some people just rested and some took the trips around the world they had always wanted, but it was something to be expected from the hectic work of the firm.

Two weeks after deciding he needed to take a break, Bill found himself filling his small sedan with clothes and other random belongings, and pointing his car away from the coast. As he drove through the rolling hills and green valleys of the fertile farmland, Bill thought about how surprisingly easy it had been to find a spot that appealed to him. The cabin he had found and rented online seemed spacious and still cozy, with dark wood walls and ceilings, and a big fireplace. The biggest selling points had been the beautiful wrap around porch with views overlooking the surrounding farmland, and the high speed internet. Bill knew he needed a break, but he couldn't imagine not working at all. What he could happily imagine was himself sitting in a rocking chair on that porch, doing a little day trading online while soaking in the views of rural life. He smiled to himself as he drove steadily away from the coast, feeling relief at the uneventful three months of summer he was going to spend far from the hustle and bustle of his office. At least, that's what he thought was in store for him.

As Bill turned his car off the highway, he immediately caught the first glimpse of the tiny town he was going to call home for the next 14 weeks. The cozy hamlet was right off the interstate, a mere two hours from his condo, but it looked like a totally different world. The main street housed the main businesses of the town, which all served travelers on the interstate. There were three large gas stations, all of which offered diesel, and two of which included big, attached convenience stores for weary travelers looking for a snack or something to drink. There were three chain fast food restaurants and a big, friendly looking diner just past the gas stations. There was an auto mechanic and a Hilton Garden Inn. But other than four small trailer homes a bit further down the road, that was it for the town. This was otherwise farm country. Bill had read online that the children in the surrounding area gathered in town every morning to take a school bus 20 minutes down the interstate to the next exit, which is where the nearest elementary and high schools were located. The nearest bank and the nearest bar were also at that rest stop. The little town was small, lonely, and perfect for what Bill had wanted.

He drove up two small rises, less than a ten minute drive from the interstate. After passing through a thin stand of trees, the cabin came into view. When Bill parked and opened his car door, he was pleased that he had to strain to hear the traffic on the interstate below. In fact, he couldn't hear much of anything beyond the wind flowing through the fields behind him. It was perfect.

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Chapter 1: Settling In

It didn't take long for Bill to settle into a very comfortable routine. Always an early riser, and industrious to his core, he woke by 4 am almost every day. In the warm darkness of the cabin, he fired up his laptop computer and did some early market research while sipping a strong cup of coffee in the glow from his monitor. Once he was satisfied with his research, he was cleaned and out his front door dressed very warmly and casually for a walk down to the nearest of the big gas station convenience stores. He preferred walking to driving, even though the early morning breeze came down from the distant mountains. Despite it being summer, that icy breeze chilled him every morning. He liked the walk in the dark, it allowed him time to think and woke him up almost as well as the coffee. And it was a little bit of good exercise in the morning. At the usually empty convenience store, Bill grabbed a small, freshly baked muffin, the daily paper from his home city, and a huge cup of steaming hot coffee. Then he walked back for the favorite part of his morning stroll, watching the horizon glow and then brighten as the sun rose.

By 6 am he was back in front of his computer, where he did a little day trading as soon as the markets opened. Bill usually stopped trading by nine, at which point he made himself a big lunch at home and enjoyed a leisurely day. He read the entire paper while he ate, a luxury he had rarely gotten to enjoy before he decided to take this little break. Sometimes he watched a little tv, mostly the business news. Sometimes he took a little nap on the couch. But he was back on his computer by 1:30, doing a little more market research and a little more trading, but he was always done by 3:30 in the afternoon. The rest of the day was more time to relax. He often drove down to the diner near the interstate for an early dinner, but sometimes he watched movies he rented online, and sometimes he read books he had always meant to read. Whenever he got tired, he went to sleep, and the day started again when he woke.

By the end of his second week at the cabin, Bill knew the decision to take a break was helping him. He simply felt healthier, more alert, and happier. He was more relaxed than he could remember being since he was in high school. And he was also enjoying his routine.

Bill had even made friends with the night shift clerk at the convenience store he visited early every morning. Dave was a short, skinny kid with an ample amount of acne on his young face. After Bill's fourth visit to the store, Dave remarked that he liked Bill's visits because it helped keep him awake during the long, empty hours just before his shift ended at six. Bill and Dave got to talking, and Dave explained that he was attending the community college two hours further up the interstate. Dave was working at the convenience store to help pay for his schooling, and living at his family's farm house twenty minutes from the town. Dave could not believe that Bill had picked their little town, of all places, to take a break from his important and fast paced job in the city. Bill tried not to make his work sound important or fast paced, but Dave didn't believe any other type of job would have let Bill save enough money to take three months off from work.

Early one morning, a little bleary eyed but refreshed from his morning walk in the dark, Bill walked into the bright neon lights of the convenience store. As he grabbed the jumbo size coffee cup and began to fill it with the hot, dark brown liquid, he barely registered that Dave seemed glued to one of the security monitors behind the counter. As Bill filled the last bit of his cup with whole milk and carefully applied the lid, he noted Dave also hadn't bothered to say hello.

Danish in hand, Bill walked towards the cash register and Dave looked up at him for the first time. Furtively, Dave looked around the store, confirming they were alone, as Bill, still not understanding the unusual behavior, fumbled in his pocket for his wallet.

"Hey Bill, buddy," Dave said quietly, eyes scanning the parking lot to make sure nobody was coming in the doors, "If I show you something great, can you keep it a secret?"

Suspicious but curious, Bill said, "Sure."

Immediately, Dave turned the little 10 inch tv screen he was watching to the side, so Bill could also see the picture from the customer's side of the counter. Bill had no clue at first what he was looking at. It was some sort of security camera video, focused on an outdoor location. The picture was clearer and less grainy than Bill would expect from a security camera, but it was still in black and white. The left edge of the screen was filled with a brick wall, and the top third of the screen was filled with the image of a large four door SUV. Bill quickly put together that he was looking at a picture of the small parking lot behind the convenience store, with the SUV parked four spaces away, maybe 18 feet from the back door. But Bill could not figure out why Dave was smiling while looking at the image.

"The guy who owns this place put in a bunch of cameras last year. There's four small ones inside the store, and one good one covering just outside the front door, and one good one that covers the back door where we take out the trash," Dave explained, while still failing to inform Bill what was so interesting. "Every few nights the hot, blonde waitress across the street closes up the diner, and her boyfriend picks her up when she's done. Almost every time he comes to get her, they drive behind this place, where there are no parking lot lights, and they fuck in his car. Almost every night he picks her up!" Dave said, incredulous. "Either they don't know there's a camera back there or they can't see it, but I get to watch them fuck almost every time he picks her up. What a way to help me stay awake, am I right?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Bill could see that Dave was wearing a big, ear to ear grin. But Dave kept looking at the picture on the monitor. As Dave had explained what they were watching, Bill realized the SUV had been rocking back and forth slightly but steadily the whole time he was looking at it. At first, Bill had thought it was something wrong with the camera, but now he realized it was a constant, repetitive rocking motion. Bill still couldn't see what was causing the movement, or what had gotten Dave so excited, but then something moved up against the rear window, and Bill realized that someone's foot had been pressed against the glass. The rocking stopped abruptly, and after a minute a bare, broad back appeared in the rear car window. If Bill had to guess, it was a man's back. Then there was some fumbling on the little black and white screen, the car rocked around a bit more, and a man slid into the driver's seat. The SUV started up, lights came on quickly, and the vehicle slowly drove away.

Dave finally took his eyes off the screen, looked up at Bill, and shrugged. "Some nights are more entertaining than others," Dave explained. As Bill paid for his coffee, Dave added, "That's our little secret, right? I mean, I don't think I can get into trouble, but I wouldn't want the whole world finding out about it, you know?"

Bill thought for a second before replying, "No one else knows?"

"No one but you and me," Dave confirmed.

"Yeah, they're doing it in a public place, and part of your job is security for the store, so you're probably fine," Bill stated. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."

Two days later, Bill was once again filling his jumbo cup with hot coffee and noticed Dave glued to the little television with the security feeds. This time, when Bill approached the counter he knew what was happening, and Dave said nothing as he turned the monitor to face Bill.

But this time, there was also no mystery over why Dave was watching video of an SUV parked behind the store. In the clear black and white picture on the monitor, Bill could see a young woman bouncing vigorously up and down in the driver's seat. She was facing forward in the driver's seat, and the camera caught most of her, completely naked, in a side profile. From the side view of the couple, Bill could just make out that the man in the picture was sitting in the seat, with the chair pushed all the way back, and his body mostly hidden by the door frame. There was little mystery about why the young woman was bouncing up and down on his lap.

The woman's long, blonde hair appeared white in the video monitor, and it was flying up and down with the spirited movements of her supple body. In fact, in the video, he could almost make out her young face, with a cute little point of a nose. But what held Bill's eyes like a moth drawn to a flame were the young woman's breasts. They were large, at least a small D cup, and with her thin frame they stood out proudly from her chest. And yet as she bounced rapidly up and down on her partner, her firm breasts barely moved. The full, pale globes were so big and moved so little that Bill almost would have thought that they were fake, except for the way their perfectly round shape was flattened slightly when the woman pounded herself downward against her partner's crotch.

She was gorgeous, and watching her fuck her partner like she was in heat was mesmerizing. Bill realized with a start that he had probably been watching her ride up and down in her partner's lap for a solid minute and would have been oblivious to anything else going on in the store. He had almost forgotten that he was holding his hot cup of coffee. Shortly after Bill realized he had been transfixed by the video, the woman on the screen dropped herself all the way down and arched her back deeply. She threw back her head, her blonde hair flapping into the face of her partner, as her big, round breasts pointed outward from her chest. Bill was so engrossed that he could almost hear her screaming in orgasm as he watched her cum on the monitor.

"Fucking hot, right?" Dave asked with a sly smile.

As the woman in the video hurriedly put her clothes back on, she turned at one point so that she was facing the camera, and Bill realized he had seen her before. She had been his waitress at the diner at least two or three times when he had gone there for his early dinner. He could not recall her name, no matter how hard he tried, but he remembered her pretty face.

As he paid for his coffee, a thought occurred to Bill and he asked, "You don't keep tapes of these... times you catch them on the security camera, do you?"

"No way," Dave said. "I know I could probably get in trouble for that. Plus, there's some sort of encryption or something on the videos, you can only watch them on this system. If I burned a copy and took the video home, I couldn't watch them on my DVD player... at least that's what the owner tells me. We keep a digital copy on the store computer for about two weeks, and every couple of days the owner comes in and deletes any of the video that's more than two weeks old. He says it takes up a lot of memory on the computer, and he doesn't want to pay for extra storage space."

Bill thanked Dave for the coffee and sharing the interesting viewing that morning, and left.

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Chapter 2: Trying to do the Right Thing

For the next two days, Bill could not get the image of the attractive young woman out of his head. The sight of those firm, young breasts bouncing up and down as she rode her man played in his head over and over whenever his mind wandered. But as much as it turned him on to think about what he had seen, a certainty also began to grow in his mind. If the opportunity presented itself, he decided, he had to try to warn the girl in the video that her late night activities had drawn an audience.

The opportunity to try to do the right thing presented itself sooner than Bill expected.

Bill walked into the diner at five in the afternoon two nights after watching the young woman fucking on the video. And there she was, wearing the yellow, button down, short sleeve shirt and red skirt uniform of one of the waitresses. The large dining area was mostly empty at that early hour, only two other tables holding customers, and it appeared only one other waitress was working. The young blonde from the security monitor walked over to the hostess stand with a broad, bright smile, confirmed that Bill was eating alone, grabbed one menu, and motioned him to follow her. The plastic red name tag hanging from her shirt said that her name was Sheri.

Bill felt strange following Sheri to his table, like there were butterflies in his stomach. At first he wondered if he was getting excited from being so close to the beautiful, naked young woman. But as he ran through in his mind how he might deliver his warning, he came to terms with the fact that he was anxious about telling her. Another horrifying thought entered his mind as he looked at her pretty, young face as he was seated in one of the booths. She looked very young. He could be in even bigger trouble if he admitted what he had seen.

Bill briefly considered not saying anything, and for some reason instead he blurted out, "Pardon me for saying so, but you look really young. Are you working here while going through high school?"

Sheri's smile never wavered as she responded, "I just graduated in June." Her voice made it sound like she was pleased with herself for that, "And I turned eighteen in April, so this November will be the first time I get to vote."

"Well good for you," Bill replied with an encouraging and slightly relieved smile.

"I'll be right back to see if you have any questions about the menu," Sheri informed Bill with the big smile still spread across her face, and then she turned and walked away.

Sitting in the booth, Bill could not focus on the menu in front of him. He was trying to build up his courage to say what he had intended to say when he next saw the girl, but his nervousness overcame him. When Sheri returned to take his order, he reflexively asked for the steak and mashed potatoes, just because it was the same thing he had gotten the last time he ate at the diner. He said nothing about what he had seen of Sheri, and spent the time waiting for his food, nervously fidgeting, and trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.

When Sheri returned with his food, Bill said nothing until she asked, "Can I get you anything else right now?"

Bill blurted out hurriedly, "Hey, can I ask you a question before you go?"

"Sure," Sheri replied with another big smile. "What do you want to know?"

Bill took a deep breath, and before he lost his willpower, he asked, "Did you know that there's a security camera behind that convenience store across the street?"

Sheri's smile faltered, the corners of her pretty mouth dipping, though it didn't completely disappear. Bill could see from the confused look in her blue eyes that she was truly puzzled by his question. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked.

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