"Are you parents home?" The man asked.
"No," responded Chrissy.
"Where's your kitchen?"
"Down the hall and to the right."
Chrissy watched as the man entered her kitchen. She could hear him ripping two beers from the six pack and placing the rest in the fridge.
When the man came back he was wearing a huge smile on his face and carrying a can of beer in each hand.
"You want one?" asked the man.
"Sure." said Chrissy.
Chrissy smiled and grabbed a beer from the casually dressed man with graying hair in his mid 40s.
"You want to sit down?" Chrissy asked, forcing a smile.
"Sure," the man said.
As they sat down in front of the television the man glanced over to the kitchen. "How come you don't have any food in there?"
"What do you mean?"
"Food. You don't have any in your kitchen."
"I haven't gone shopping yet."
The man smiled and put his arm over Chrissy's shoulder.
"This is nice," he said.
Chrissy smiled and flipped through the television channels.
The man stared at Chrissy for a beat and placed his beer down on the coffee table in front of him. With his left arm still over Chrissy's shoulder he reached over with his right hand and placed it over Chrissy's left thigh.
The man looked into Chrissy's eyes and smiled.
Chrissy glanced back at the man. Despite being an obvious perv the man wasn't ugly. He had a well built body, chiseled features, hazel eyes and a slight dimple in his chin. His graying black hair made him look classy and distinguished not old. If Chrissy had a type maybe it would be him.
Chrissy had to remind herself that tonight wasn't about pleasure it was about survival.
As the man closed in for a kiss Chrissy whispered to him, "Let's take this into the other room."
"Which one?" he whispered back.
"That one," Chrissy said, pointing to the one Nessa was currently turning.
End of Chapter Four