He first saw her a half year ago. She would ride by his apartment unit on her bicycle every sunny sunday. Her long, silky athletic legs vigorously pumping the pedals as the hemline of her skirt danced teasingly up and down revealing a pert little ass perched invitingly on her bicycle seat. She was young, coltish, at an age where long thin limbs connected to a pert, yet very curvy torso. He was a transient, grizzled and tough. He didn’t have the looks, the money or the charm to have her traditionally. But what he lacked in that regard he made up with cunning recklessness and predatory zeal.
He stalked her for months, familiarising himself with her sunday route. When that revealed very little opportunity he focused in on her sanctuary, where she lived and her daily routine. He spent weeks studying the people who lived within her apartment building. Going through her trash he learned she lived alone. Observing her coming and goings he deduced that she seldom had visitors and almost always only on friday and saturday nights. Weekdays would not work, she left for work in the rush and got home along with everybody else in the building.
Sundays revealed itself to be the best opportunity. He spent several sundays inside the building, gaining access through the parking garage when cars came or went, sneaking in after them. He observed that with nice weather the building would empty out, people out for walks, rides or other activities and those that remained in the building were fairly sedentary, choosing to snooze all day or watch mind numbing sports on TV. He watched her several times from the staircase above, arrive and unlock the door, counting the seconds from first visual to the click of the deadbolt when inside.
That sunday she saw him he was ready, she wasnt.