Horror / BARRY

BARRY
By: KWESI NEWSON.
“What are you up to this weekend then, Barry, anything exciting?”
Barry looked up from closing his desk and thought about the question.
‘Yes, what am I up to this weekend?’ He asked himself.
Before he could make any kind of a reply, his ears were being filled with details he didn’t really want to hear.
“Me and the girlfriend are going to have a right old time. She has been promising me a weekend to remember, and the weekend starts tonight.”
Barry, who hadn't been with a member of the opposite sex, envied the excitement his colleague was displaying. He wanted to be like the rest of the guys in the office. They were loud and brash and it seemed to him they had an endless supply of women.
“What excitement has she got lined up for you, Josh? Is she going to let you stick it up her arse?” Kevin, the office joker, joined in with their conversation.
“Stick it up her arse? I hope I do more than that. I want the full service mate.”
Josh was positively drooling at the thought of what he was going to do with his girlfriend.
“Did you hear that, Barry? Josh reckons he is going to get the full service from his bird. How do you fancy coming to the pub? We can get him oiled up so his pistons fire properly.”
“Have no fear mate. My pistons are firing on all cylinders. If you don’t believe me, give me your missus for a few hours. She will soon tell you how easily I passed the mot test.”
“My missus is too good for you mate! She’ll eat you up for breakfast and then she will come to me for satisfaction.”
Kevin burst out laughing at the comparison he had made about his sexual prowess against that of his mate, Josh.
“Yeah, right. That is what you say, but that is not what she told me last night in bed.”
Barry, caught in the middle of the banter, wanted to get away from it. He knew he couldn’t participate in the conversation. He was afraid that the longer he stood there, the more the chance the attention would turn to him.
“Are you going to come for a drink or not, Barry?”
Kevin was putting him on the spot. He didn’t want to go to the pub.
“I, er, have to go home” He said quietly.
“Yes, we all have to go home. Just come for a drink. Your girlfriend won’t mind if you are
a bit late” Josh was also trying to persuade him to join them. Barry, feeling totally weak and unable to say ‘No’, decided to go with the lads.
“Well, I suppose a quick one won’t hurt.” He said it with as much bravado as he could muster.
“Hey, Josh. Did you hear that? Baz is into quickies.”
Barry could feel himself going red in the face.
“I, er, actually meant a quick drink.”
Barry could feel Josh looking at him intently.
“You know what Kev? I reckon we need to keep an eye on this one. You know what they say about the quiet ones don’t you? They are supposed to be the dangerous ones.”
“I make you right, Josh, me old mate. Baz is a mite quiet, ain’t he?”
Kevin affectionately put his arm around Barry’s shoulder.
Not knowing how to react to the arm on his shoulder, Barry allowed Kevin to leave his arm
where it was.
“I think our Baz likes a bit of male contact. Tell me Baz do you go both ways?”
“Don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean do you like men as well as women? Like, do you bend with the wind?”
Barry was surprised that he was being asked such a personal question.

“No, I don’t. Not that it is any of your business. And my name is Barry! Look, I think it
would be better if I let the two of you go to the pub without me.”
“Come on, Baz! Sorry, I mean Barry. He was only joking.”
“Okay! Okay, I’ll come, but lay of the sex thing.”
“Sure thing, Baz. Kevin won’t tell anymore jokes will you, Kev?”
“I promise. No more jokes, okay?”
Barry nodded. They got ready and headed for the pub. He gave up trying to get them to
call him Barry and not Baz.

Barry had only been working in the insurance company as a claims clerk for only three weeks.
He was glad that he was finally working. He hadn’t worked since he’d left university.
Working in the office with Josh and Kevin had at first been okay, but now he felt overpowered by them. This was not the first time he had felt overpowered by other people.
Rebecca, a girl he had known in his first year at secondary school, was the first.
He always shuddered when he thought about Rebecca and what she had done.
One day, out of the blue, she had taken him to the back of the bicycle shed and promptly whipped off her top to display her ample charms. She then demanded that he should fondle her naked breasts.
He stood opened mouthed at the sight of her standing there with her tits hanging out.
The only other person that Barry had seen naked, was his mother. He had recently started masturbating with the thought of his mother’s breasts as his sexual fantasy.
Barry had marveled at the sight of Rebecca’s beautifully formed breasts.
The whiteness of the breasts enhanced the redness of her nipples. Just like a strawberry.
For a girl of her age Rebecca was well developed and she certainly wasn’t an innocent girl.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or what?”
Barry could feel his hands trembling by his side. He wanted to reach out and do Rebecca’s
bidding, but he could not.
To his horror and shame, Rebecca started to do up her blouse. Then she started to mock
him.
“What’s up? You got a problem? What are you, a man or what? Plenty of the boys ain’t
had any problems with my tits. Let me see what you’ve got between your legs.”
Barry, now totally devastated, ran away with Rebecca still hurling insults at him.
“Barry is a queer. Barry doesn’t like girls. Barry is not a boy.”
He’d gone home and cried for a long time until eventually he had found the thought of
Rebecca and her naked breasts a turn on.
Up to his late teens he had spent countless of times masturbating with the thought of Rebecca
as his sexual fantasy.

The three lads arrived at the pub. Kevin and Josh went and sat down at an empty table.
“Mines a pint, Baz. What’s yours Kev?”
“Cheers, Barry. I will have a pint, too.”
Kevin sat back in his chair took out a packet of cigarettes and offered one to Josh. The two
of them then proceeded to engage in a conversation.

Barry meekly went off to the bar and after waiting for a long time he was eventually served.
He returned to the table only to find that there was nowhere for him to sit.
Whilst he’d been at the bar, Josh and Kevin got two women to join them at the table.
“Barry, come and sit down mate.”
Kevin was obviously having one of his bad jokes as he took the two pints from Barry.
“Cheers, Baz. Where’s yours?”
Barry was rather pleased that at least Josh was showing some concern.
“I couldn’t carry them all, mine’s at the bar”,
Barry moved to go back to the bar.
“Hold on, Baz. The girls haven’t got a drink. What are you drinking, ladies?”
Both women asked for vodka and red bull.
When Barry eventually managed to get all the drinks to the table and then managed to find himself a chair, he felt now he had purchased the drinks, nobody was interested in him.
He looked around the pub and felt out of place.
“What’s the matter Barry? Aren’t you staying?”
Barry realised he still had his coat and scarf on.
“Yes, but I shall be going shortly.”
“What’s the rush? The night is still young. Stay for another one. I told you before, your girlfriend won’t mind waiting. Better still, why don’t you call her and get her to come and join us?”
Barry nearly fell off his chair at this suggestion.
“I, ehm, haven’t got a girlfriend.”
He felt really embarrassed at having to admit that he didn’t have a girlfriend.
“What, a handsome boy like you? I bet you have got all the girls chasing after you.”
The girl with Kevin, whom nobody had bothered to introduce, was calling him handsome. He knew she was lying. Of all the things about him, handsome wasn’t one of them.
He was being mocked and he hated it. He bowed his head and looked down at the floor.
The mocking and teasing went on for a short time and when it finally stopped, Barry lifted his head and had a chance to really look at the girls. It was the redhead that really caught his attention, the mouthy one with Kevin.
He could see she was well endowed in the breast department and that excited him.
Her breasts were heaving up and down with her breathing. He was sure that sooner rather than later they would pop out of her low cut top as she breathed in.
He spent the rest of his time in the pub waiting and hoping for the redhead’s breasts to pop out.
As time went on Barry became drunk with the idea of fondling the redhead’s breasts.
He was beginning to feel dizzy. The room started to spin. He knew he wasn’t drunk. All he’d been drinking was lemonade and ice.
“Baz. Are you all right, mate? Has the alcohol got to you?”
Barry could not understand why Josh thought it was the alcohol.
While the two lads were drinking pints upon pints with the girls, nobody bothered to buy him a drink. They readily accepted his refusal for one.

He was getting hotter by the second and he could feel the sweat running down his face.
The redhead’s breasts were now heaving like crazy at the sudden excitement.
This of course, made him worse. He muttered he was all right and quickly got up and ran out of the pub.
He got to the corner of the road before he stopped running. He couldn’t get the vision of the redhead’s breasts out of his mind.
The understanding of what was happening to him was beyond his grasp. He had been in the company of women before, but they’d never had this effect on him. He decided to go back and wait for the redhead to come out.

He pulled his coat tighter around him as he stood and waited on the other side of the road to the pub. He waited for two hours before he saw Josh leaving the pub. It was not long after when Kevin, and the two girls, also emerged. He hid deeper into the shadows as he watched the girls say goodbye to Kevin.
“Take care of each other and we’ll all get together next week”
“That will be cool but don’t bring that weirdo,. He gives me the creeps and he smells.”
Barry could hear the redhead calling him a creep.
“Don’t worry, we won’t. He is just a sado who works in the office. Anyway, see you later”
Kevin walked off.
Barry followed the girls from a safe distance until they reached a block of flats.
The red head said goodnight to her friend and carried on walking, with Barry still behind her.
The further they walked the more excited he got until eventually, the red head stopped at a house.
He watched as she searched for her keys in her handbag and go into the house. The lights were going on and off in the rooms she was going in and out of.
He waited until he couldn’t wait any longer. It seemed to him that he now had no control of
his actions. He walked up to the door and knocked gently.
“Who is it?”
He quickly did his best to imitate Kevin’s voice.
“It’s me, Kevin.”
He heard the door being opened.
“You naughty boy! I had a feeling you’d be round”
The door opened and the redhead stopped in mid speech when she saw Barry, instead of
Kevin, standing on her doorstep.
The scream that was building up inside her was quickly subdued, due to the
fact that Barry, with one punch, knocked her flying back into the house.
He quickly entered the house and closed the door behind him. He had never felt so excited in
all his life. He went over to the redhead and dragged her into the front room.

With the redhead still out cold, Barry started to slowly remove her top. When her breasts
finally became free, he groaned with delight! At first he didn’t touch them. For the
moment, he was happy just to look. While he was still looking at the red head, she
started to come round.
Barry, for the first time in his life, felt in total control. He calmly walked over to the
telephone and with the receiver, he proceeded to hit her until he saw blood
pouring from the side of her head.
He then calmly went and sat back down and continued to look at the naked body.
After a while he got up and laid down by her side. With one hand fondling her breasts he proceeded to masturbate with the other.
The closer he got to ejaculation the harder he squeezed and fondled her breasts, until eventually, he ejaculated.

He lay beside the dead body for a little while and then he got up and calmly went around and cleaned up anything and everything he may have touched.

On his way out of the door he turned to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind and then he quietly closed the door behind him and made his way home.

He felt good. It was as if he had just lost his virginity. The fact a woman was dead didn’t seem to bother him. It was as if he was somebody else.

“Is that you, Barry?” He was home and his mother was still up.
“Yes mother, it’s me.”
“You’re late home. Where have you been?”
“Only to the pub with a couple of the guys from work”.
“That’s nice, Barry. I am glad you are getting settled into your new job and making friends.
Next thing I know you will be bringing a young lady home.”
Barry made no comment.
“Your dinner is in the oven”
“Sorry, mother. I am a bit tired and I don’t feel hungry. I think I will go and have a bath and
turn in.”
“All right, dear. Whatever you say. Come and give your momma a goodnight kiss.”
He went over and gave her a kiss and a cuddle. He felt his mother’s breasts pressing against his chest and he could feel he was getting an erection.
He gently pushed his mother away and rushed upstairs to his bedroom to have another masturbating session.

As he lay in bed later that night, Barry relived the events of the night. He could not believe how easy it had been. The events and excitement of that day was going to give him a lot of sexual pleasures.
PART TWO

It was Saturday and Barry took his time to get out of bed. He didn’t have to go to work. In fact, he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do. By the time he had washed and got himself dressed, it was getting on for midday.

“Hello, Barry. I am glad you are up. I have just got time to get your breakfast ready then I must go and see Ethel in the old people’s home.”
He walked over to the sink where his mother was doing the washing up. In the bin beside her, he could see the remains of what was to have been his dinner from the night before.
He gave his mother a kiss.
“I see you couldn’t be bothered to take that to the neighbours”
His mother was well known for taking bits and pieces, including uneaten meals, to nearby houses.
“I thought about taking it to the Nolans, you know, the young couple that moved into number thirty nine a few days ago, but I decided that it might not be a good idea. Better to let them settle in and then Claire and I will pop round and welcome them to the neighbourhood.”
Claire was one of the next-door neighbours who shared hours of gossip with his mother.
He thought it was typical of his mother to know everybody’s business.
Barry’s mother was a child of the forties. She had met and married his father during the sixties when all was love and peace.
She’d told him hundreds of times about when he had been carried on her back as they went on peace marches and how he’d actually been there when they, and countless of other people, mainly women, demonstrated against the nuclear power build up all over England.
There were stories his mother told that really excited him. He heard enough stories about the old days to feel he had actual visual memories about it all happening. The one thing his mother would not talk about was his father after he had left them.
She did not have a problem with talking about him while he was still with them, but from the day he went out for a packet of cigarettes and never came back, he became non-existent.
It was as if he had gone out and just disappeared from the world.
Everything that belonged to him including photographs were all destroyed.
When anybody ever bothered to ask about his father, Barry was quite comfortable in telling him, or her, that he was dead and he had died while he was in the army.

“And what have you got planned for the day? Will you be going out or, are you staying in?”
Barry was just about to finish his breakfast and had no idea what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Planning his day had never been important to him. For him, each day just rolled into another.
“I don’t know mother. Maybe I will go out into the garden. Or I might just go for a walk into town.”
“Well, if you do go out you be careful, it’s all them tourist. You’d think as it is so bleedin’ cold them foreigners would stay away and just come in the summer. I remember when I was growing up, the whole country was full of bleedin’ foreigners and all sorts they were. The Americans, they weren’t bad, used to give us kids loads of chocolates they did.”
Barry was very aware that if he didn’t stop his mother before she got into full flow, he was likely to be listening to the story about the American’s invasion of Britain.

“Mind you, there was this particular yank. Strange he was, used to give us girls’ chocolates, but he would never give any to the boys. Lots of chocolates we got from him. Then one day after he’d gone on the invasion of Europe we found out that he was into little girls. He used to take the girls into the park and then he would make them lick his lollipop, which was what he used to call it, so one of the girls said. We never ever heard of what happened to him.”
Barry thought that this might be a very good point to get away from his mother’s ‘All our Yesterdays’
“I think I’ll just pop upstairs. There are a few things I want to look at.”
He got up to make his way up the stairs, but at the door his mother called him back.
“Barry, if you are going up to look for those magazines, you won’t find them. I threw them out yesterday.”
He hadn’t missed his magazines. Why should he? Last night he hadn’t needed them, but he did feel embarrassed that his mother, after all these years, had found his wanking material.
“What magazines, mother?”
“You know very well what magazines.”
“Oh, those magazines. They are not mine. I am looking after them for a friend”
“Don’t you lie to me. Does your friend bring you regular copies to look after? Barry, I have seen those types of magazines in your room since you were sixteen years old. Why don’t you find yourself a nice young lady? She will be better for you than all those magazines.”
“Actually mother, I was going upstairs to clear them all out.”
The smile that appeared on his mother’s face made him feel glad he had lied to her.
He loved his mother and of course he wanted to make her happy. Before he could stop himself, he heard his own voice.
“I didn’t want to say anything just yet, but last night I met a young lady.”
The sheer joy on his mother’s face was a picture.
“Ooh, Barry, come here and give mummy a hug. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He walked towards his mother, not knowing why he was telling her about a person he had met and then killed, as a potential girlfriend.
“I didn’t say anything just in case nothing happens. I have only told you now so you would know you have nothing to worry about.”
Barry was hugging his mother and he made sure that his lower part was not touching her.
He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest. He knew he had an erection.
What he found strange was, unlike last night, he wasn’t feeling dizzy.
In fact, although he had masturbated while thinking about his mothers’ breasts, he’d never had the thought about touching or fondling them. It wasn’t long before he was seeing his mother in a different light.
His mother didn’t look her age. If she could be persuaded not to talk about the past she could easily be mistaken for someone half her age, she’d kept herself in good shape.
By now, and without realising it, Barry’s right hand was gently stroking his mother’s left breast and surprisingly, his mother made no attempt to stop him. She only stopped him when he tried to undo her blouse.
“Barry, stop it! You go and do that to your new lady. When are you going to bring her round to tea?”
He couldn’t believe his mother was being so calm. He wondered if she had actually enjoyed being fondled by him.

He went up the stairs to his room. He couldn’t help wondering why, after all these years, he had come so close to committing incest with his mother?
He wondered why she hadn’t slapped him or to have a go at him for being so out of order.
He came to the conclusion that his mother must still see him as her little boy and treated the
whole situation as her little boy fooling around!
He tried to imagine what would have happened if she had not stopped him.
Would he really have fondled her naked breasts? He was shocked to realise that the answer
was ‘Yes’ he would have fondled his Mother’s naked breasts.
He sat on the edge of his bed. He actually felt scared. Scared of what he was becoming.
Since the episode with Rebecca’s breasts, not just any old breast fascinated him. They had
to be the right size. His mind went back to the night before and he thought about the red
head. She had fitted the bill perfectly and he’d desired her from the moment he had really
taken a good look at her. Just like he had desired other women who also met with his criteria,
but the redhead from last night went on to mock him. He’d never felt as dizzy and
uncomfortable as he had been. It was as if he was a totally different person

The fact he had killed a human being was not part of his concern. Though he knew exactly what he had done he just didn’t think about it, preferring instead to concentrate on the sexual aspect.

“Barry, I am just about ready to pop out. Is there anything you want before I go?”
The shout from downstairs disturbed his daydream.
“No, mother. I don’t think I will be doing a lot today” He answered his mother as he came down the stairs.
“Make sure you wrap up, mother. It doesn’t look too warm out there.”
He looked out of the front room window and saw that it was a typical English November day.
The wind was blowing and though it was only half past two in the afternoon it was already beginning to get dark.
“Have you seen my gloves? I could have sworn I left them in my coat pocket”
They searched for the gloves until his mother remembered that she had left them in the supermarket the day before.
“I remember putting them down when I was paying for the groceries. I will pop round for them on my way out.”
Barry tutted at his mother, sat down in the armchair and started to watch the television. He heard his mother shutting the front door as she went out. Try as he might, he couldn’t find anything of interest to watch. He putted around the house for a short while and then decided to go out for a walk.

As he locked the front door, he was glad he had told his mother to wrap up.
It was early evening. The air was cold and though it was only five in the evening, the streetlights were already on. With his coat pulled tightly around him and his gloved hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Barry headed towards the local park.

As he walked around the park he thought of the times he’d spent walking around it. He
always found the summer to be his favourite time of the year.
There were lots more women in skimpy tops. There were some that didn’t have a top, sun bathing.
On those hot and sunny summer days he always found a strategic spot where he could sit and watch the women sunbathing. And when they turned over and momentarily forgot that they didn’t have a top on or they’d not re tied their tops, he would get a quick eyeful of their breasts.

Most of the time he had been excited, but there had been times when a particular woman would have the ample charms that would really excite him. On those occasions he would rush off into the bushes and pleasure himself. Then he would calmly walk over to his favourite park bench and sit down.
He was now at his park bench. He sat down and cast his eyes over the little lake.
He watched the ducks and the birds that were frantically trying to find the little pieces of food some goody goody had thrown into the water.
With his hands still in his pockets, he sat back on the bench and started to look around.

The park was pretty empty. In the distance he could see a couple arm in arm walking their dog.
There were a few people dotted here and there. Nothing really to catch his interest.
Watching the ducks, for the moment, was the only thing to do.

Then he saw the figure in the distance walking towards him. At first he was not sure if it was a man or a woman. But even from the distance the figure was from him, he was pretty certain that it was a woman.
The closer the figure got to him, the more excited he got. He could clearly see it was indeed a woman. And what a woman!
She was like an amazon. Her chest was so large he swore that if she walked round a corner her boobs would appear long before she did.
He furtively watched her as she got closer and closer to him.
Not only did she have massive boobs she was tall with it. Everything about her was in the right place.
He could feel his breathing getting heavier, but it was not like the night before. He didn’t feel dizzy and nothing was spinning. All he knew was that as she walked past him he had no choice but to follow her. This was the kind of woman he knew he could never have and yet, as he followed her out of the park, his desire for her grew.
They walked until they came to a block of flats, which was not far from the park.
He followed her into the building and up to the second floor. She suddenly stopped outside a flat.
Barry by now was not too far away from her. He had no choice but to keep on walking.
As he got closer to her, he got a whiff of her perfume. His knees nearly buckled from under him.
“Good evening”. He muttered as he got to her side. The woman unaware of his presence dropped her keys in surprise.
“Oh! I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you.”
“Silly, me. I just wasn’t expecting to see anybody. I moved in here last week. I am so
clumsy. I have dropped my keys.”
Barry bent down, picked up the keys and handed them to her.
“Thank you. my name is Penny. Do you live on this floor?”
Barry, totally unprepared for the chain of events quickly got his brain into gear.
“No! I have come to see a friend of mine. He lives at number thirty seven.”
“No wonder you startled me. You are on the wrong floor. Like I said, I have been here for a week and you are the first person I have seen on this floor. I am actually beginning to think nobody else lives here.”
“Sorry, I thought this was the third floor.” Barry was putting on his best innocent act.
“This is the second floor. Your friend lives on the third, which is one floor up.”
“Sorry again to have startled you. I better go and see if he is in.”
He started to walk away, back in the direction where they had come from.
“Hello?”
Barry stopped and turned around.
“If your friend is not in and you fancy a cup of tea, come back.”
Barry stood open mouthed. She was actually inviting him into her flat. His pulse started to
race.
“Yeah, I will go and see.” He finally managed to blurt out an answer. He again started to turn to walk away.
“What is your name?”
“Barry. My name is Barry.”
“Well, Barry, if not tonight maybe another time. You know where I live.”
With a wiggle of her bottom she disappeared into the flat.
Barry could not wait to get home to have a wank.
He ran out of the block of flats and didn’t stop running until he got to his front door.
Opening the door as fast as he could, he ran in and up to his bedroom. His trousers were
undone before he entered his room.
PART THREE
Barry spent the rest of the weekend thinking about Penny and her big boobs.
Three times he had gone up to her block of flats, but he’d been too wary to knock on her door. Preferring instead to wait outside and hopefully, get a glimpse of her.
For all the time he stood outside watching and waiting for her to appear and of course, just like his luck or the lack of it, he did not see her. He would limp off home feeling disappointed.
He knew all he had to do was to go up to her door, knock and he would see her, but he was scared of being rejected. For the moment, just to catch a glimpse of her would be enough.

Monday morning arrived and Barry made his way to work. He didn’t like travelling on public transport. He always felt uneasy. Even when the bus was full and crowded he always had space to himself. People just seemed to keep their distance when he was in a closed environment

He had never understood why this was the case. A smell was a smell! Some are good and some are bad.
He had body odour, but he bathed regularly. Okay, his clothes were not of the highest quality and maybe they might smell slightly due to the amount of garlic he ate, but this was no reason to be treated like a leper. He thought about the one time he had been slapped by a woman on the bus.

It was on his third day of being employed by the insurance company, a typical working day morning. The bus was as packed as it had been for the last two days. The only difference was that on this day, he had been forced to stand very close to a rather large breasted woman and as their journey continued, he had become aroused by the nearness of her and he had no control of his erection.
The more he tried to control it, the harder it got and every time the bus went over a bump the woman would feel his lump. This was fine because she obviously didn’t realise what was bumping into her.
The trouble only started when she looked down and saw Barry, in a panicked state trying to hide his erection with his hand. She slapped him and started calling him a pervert.
“People like you should be locked up. You pervert!”
Barry, now totally embarrassed tried to make some sort of an excuse.
“I’m, er, very sorry, ma’am, but I have an illness”
As soon as he had said it, he regretted it.

“Damn right you have a sickness. You are a pervert and I bet you are off to some school playground, aren’t you? You sick bastard.”
By now most of the people on the bottom deck of the bus had become aware of what was going on.
“Driver, stop the bus! Somebody get the police. This pervert is sexually abusing me. He keeps brushing his thing against me.”
Other people started to join in, but luckily for him his stop was the next one.
Not that he had much of a choice about whether he wanted to get off or not. Because as the bus came to the stop he was practically thrown off while it was still in motion.
He stood where he was and watched the bus and the passengers drive off with people pointing accusing fingers at him.
He looked down and he could see his trousers were still bulging out. He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and awkwardly, he walked the rest of the way to his work place.

“Tickets please”
Barry came out of his thoughts and showed his bus pass to the conductor.
Even the conductor only came as close to him as he had to.
He looked around and he could see the bus was full and people were packed tightly together. Even though there was an empty seat beside him, nobody wanted to use it.
The few who had sat down beside him hadn’t stayed long before they would get up and stand as far away as they could get.
Barry, though a little upset at being treated like a leper, thought it had its benefits. At least he got to travel in some sort of comfort.

“Morning, Barry. How was the rest of your weekend?”
He’d hardly managed to hang up his coat before Josh came waltzing in. He knew he was going to have to listen to the details of Josh’s weekend.
“Oh, it was pretty quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sorry about my sudden exit on Friday”.
Barry thought maybe if he brought up the subject of his departure on Friday, perhaps it would dissuade Josh from giving him a detailed account of how he had spent his weekend.
“Yeah, Baz. That was a bit strange. Are you all right? Me and Kev were pretty worried about you.”
It was at this point Kevin walked in.
“Morning, Kev. I was just telling Baz how worried we were about him on Friday night.”
“Yeah, that’s right. We were worried about you. What was your problem anyway? You were behaving like you were about to have a heart attack.”
“I am sorry about that. I just came over all funny. I think I just needed some air. I was all right after a few minutes in the fresh air.”
“You know what, Josh? I think our Barry made the whole thing up. I mean, I don’t think there was anything wrong with him. He just pretended he was ill so he could get away from the pub. What do you think?”
“I think, Kev me old mate. You might have a good point. Well, Barry, were you really ill or were you making it up?”
Barry could not understand why these two morons would not let him be. They knew he hadn’t wanted to go to the pub in the first place.
“Quite frankly, gentlemen. I am not exactly perturbed by the idea that you may believe I feigned an illness as an excuse to vacate the public house”.
“Did you hear that, Josh? Our Baz spent the weekend eating plums. He can sure talk fancy, can’t he?”
“As I see it, Kev me old mate. He either ate plums or else he swallowed a whole fucking dictionary. Where did you learn to talk like that? Did you go to some posh school or what?”
“My education, or lack of it, is of no concern of yours. However, if you must know I didn’t go to, as you call it, a posh school. Now, if you don’t mind I’ve got some work to do.”
“That’s right, Barry. You have work to do and so have you two layabouts. Get to your desks and get some work done! That is what you are being paid for, isn’t it?”
The office manager interrupted their conversation, to the delight of Barry.

By the end of the day Barry was amazed the two lads, Kevin and Josh hadn’t mentioned the ladies from Friday night’s exploits. He felt sure that the redhead’s body must surely have been discovered by now.

Barry went home still not knowing if the redhead had been found or not.
He needed to know. He actually got ready to go to the redhead’s house to see for himself, but luckily, he managed to reason himself out of it.
A killer returning to the scene of his crime. What if that was what the police were waiting for?
He felt a hundred percent certain he had not left any clues that would point the finger at him.
He told himself to be patient. He was bound to hear something sooner or later.
That night for the first time in a long while, he did not feel like masturbating.
He woke up the next morning and made his way to work. He had not slept well. Thinking about the redhead had made him restless most of the night.

“Morning to you, Baz”.
“Morning, Josh”.
Barry went and sat down at his desk and wondered why Josh always appeared to be in a
good mood and it was the same thing with Kevin. They were always laughing and joking.
“Josh, I hope you have got everything sorted for tomorrow night.”
“You mean to meet those two girls we picked up on Friday?”
Kevin nodded his head.
“Don’t worry, mate. I have already told the old lady I am going out with you. She thinks
you have broken up with your bit of fluff and you need a shoulder to cry on.”
“Christ, mate. If you keep using me as an excuse, your missus is going to hate me”.
“And you think I care if she hates you? While she is hating you, I will know at least she ain’t
sneaking in extra sex sessions with you!” Josh burst out laughing.
“You will be laughing out of the other side of your face when you find out she is screwing somebody else. And mark my words, if you are doing it, what is to stop her from doing the same thing?”
For a second there was a puzzled look on Josh’s face.
“Your old lady might fool around, but not mine. My old lady wouldn’t do that. I give her enough satisfaction. She has no need to look elsewhere.”
“So, why are you worried that she might get off with me?”
“I am not worried. It was just a joke.”
“Yeah, right”.
“Actually, Kevin. Josh does have a point. If you play away from home how do you know what your lady is up to?”
Barry had stood there listening to what was being said and he couldn’t help himself when he offered his input into the conversation.
“You don’t say a lot, but when you do, you always come out with that lardy da voice of
yours.”
“Leave him alone, Josh. You know what he says is right.” Kevin came to Barry’s defence.
“I know he is right or he could be right, but that don’t make it right, do it?”
“Yeah, right. Whatever you say.” Kevin walked away and back to his desk.
The rest of the morning went without any more confrontations until the office manager called Kevin into his office.

“What have you been up to, Kev? Have you been a naughty boy?”
“Shut up, Josh. I don’t know what it’s about.”
Kevin got up and made his way to the manager’s office. He didn’t reappear for over an hour.
By this time the office was rife with gossip as to what Kevin could have done to be away for so long.
It was made worse when Kevin told Josh that he was now wanted in the manager’s office.
“What is it? Why does he want to see me?” Josh asked Kevin who was looking quite pale.
“The manager doesn’t want you, it is the police that want to talk to you.”
“The police? What do they want me for? I ain’t done nothing.”
“It is about them girls from Friday night. The redhead, Gina, she is dead.”
“I don’t know nothing. She was with you. I left them with you. You had better not get me
involved with this”.
Before Kevin could answer, the manager bellowed for Josh to come to his office.
“I’m warning you. If you have got me involved in something, I’ll do for you.”
Josh stormed off to the manager’s office.

“Great mate he is. Thanks for the support mate, and for your information, I have not done
anything either”.
Barry hearing all of the conversation, along with everybody else in the office, tried to
distance himself as much as possible, but Kevin’s next statement made him realise that he had
better get his brain working.
“Barry, you were with us on Friday night. Do you remember those two girls we were drinking with? Well, one of them has been murdered.”
“Yes, I remember. But as I recall you were quite close to the redhead. I don’t know what her name is though. Is she the one that is dead?”
“Yeah, I was close to her. But why would I want to kill her?”
“I didn’t say you killed her. I just said you were close. If you remember, I left early.”
Barry was quite pleased with the way he was handling the situation. He felt in control.

Josh returned with a face like a dark cloud.
“Are you okay?” Kevin asked him.
“Yea, I am okay! They wanted to know what happened on Friday night and what time I got
home and they also wanted to know if I could remember who was still in the pub when I
left.”
“You left before I did.”
“I know, that is what I told the Rozzers. I hope they don’t go and ask my old lady. If she
finds out about me playing away, she’ll do for me.”
Barry nearly burst out laughing, the police were not interested in him.
“I don’t know what you are smirking at, they want to see you now.”
Barry’s legs turned to jelly.
“Me? Why do they want to see me? You two were the Casanovas. I don’t even know what happened.”
“Nothing happened. Just go in and see them.” Josh snapped at Barry.

“Ah! Barry. Come on in. The officers want to ask you some questions.”
Barry moved into the office and noticed that the manager had his hand over his lower face
as he spoke.
The two officers as one, made their way towards the slightly opened window.
“Barry, I am inspector Brodie and this is Sergeant York. We just want to ask you some
questions about Friday night”.
“I don’t know if there is much I can tell you. I left early. I was not feeling too well.”
“Yes, we know that. I hope you are feeling a bit better. Your friends have already told us
that you were not well, but we need to know what you know in case you saw something that
the other two did not.”
Barry told them everything he could about when he had been in the pub and how he’d felt unwell and then left to go home.
As he left and closed the door to the manager’s office, he heard the inspector talking to the
manager.
“Now I see why you opened the window when I asked to speak to him. How do you put up
with the smell?”
“It is not so noticeable in the main office, due I think to the air conditioning, but in a
confined space you just cannot get away from it.”
“Well, we can rule him out as being the killer. She would have smelt him coming a mile
off.”
Barry went back to his desk wishing he did not suffer from body odour, but he did and that was that.

“So, what did you tell them?” Josh and Kevin came up to his desk.
“Not a lot. There wasn’t really much I could tell them apart from the fact the girls were with you two and that the redhead looked to be close to you, Kevin.”
“Will you stop saying she was close to me? I hardly knew her.”
“Come on, Kev, me old mate. Barry is right. You may as you say hardly know her, but the
stitches in your pants were fraying ‘cause you wanted to stick your dick into her.”
“So I wanted to fuck her. That does not mean I killed her. What do you think I did, fucked her to death?” Kevin was beginning to think that they all thought he was somehow involved with Gina’s death.
“I take it that our date with the girls is now off.” Josh tried to make light of the situation.
“What are you, sick or something? Of course it is off. Christ, how can you even think about going on a date when a woman is dead?”
“Ease off, Kevin. I was only joking.”
“Yeah, right. Some joke.” Kevin walked off in the direction of the toilets.
“What is his problem? I was only joking.” Josh was surprised at Kevin’s reaction.
“Well, I think he has a right to be worried. He is, after all, a potential suspect in a murder inquiry and you joking about it might not be funny to him.” Barry could see Kevin’s point of view.
“You can shut up. What do you know, anyway?”
Josh started to walk back to his desk and from his desk he turned to Barry and spitefully
shouted at him.
“And get some bloody deodorant. You fucking stink.”
A few of the other people in the office came to Barry’s defence.
They all knew he suffered from body odour, but they were fair enough to admit that such an attack from Josh was unwarranted. Eventually, Josh did manage to offer some kind of an apology.
Barry accepted the apology. He was used to being avoided, but this was different. This was an actual attack!
His head started to spin. The feeling that came over him on the Friday night was back.

For the rest of the day he did his best to control the feeling, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
The feeling that was now enveloping him was not new and he accepted it. In fact, the longer it went on, the more he welcomed it. He knew that though he had no control of what was happening to him, it would ultimately lead to some sexual pleasure.

At the end of his working day, Barry decided to take a slow walk home.
The feeling inside him was now burning hot. He felt as if he was about to explode.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trawling the streets looking for a likely victim.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted a woman. Not any woman, but a woman who fitted the criteria. Big boobs, the bigger the better.
Though he looked and actually found three women who just about met with the required criteria, they had all been lucky to escape.

A man met one and the second, who looked quite promising, opened her front door to be greeted by a great big Alsatian dog. The third just simply got into a taxi and drove off.
Dejectedly, Barry turned around to carry on with his journey home.
It was then that he realised that he was near to where Penny lived and at the thought of Penny, his whole body shook.
His penis was fully erect. He had such an erection that it was beginning to hurt him stuffed deep into his pants. He started to breathe heavily. He could feel the faint dampness of sweat on his forehead.
He couldn’t get to Penny’s place fast enough.

By now he did not care if she wanted him or not, one way or another he was going to pleasure himself with her.

He was now standing outside the block of flats Penny lived in. He waited until he got his breath back and was more composed and slowly, he made his way to her door.

PART FOUR
Barry stood outside Penny’s flat and took a deep breath. Gently, he knocked on the door.
He knew she was in. He could see the light shining through the bottom of the door.
It wasn’t long before he heard the sound of the door being opened.
“Oh, it’s you! I wondered whom it could be that was knocking. How are you? I didn’t think I would see you again. I thought I had scared you off by asking you to come in for coffee the last time you were here to see your friend.”
Barry wondered if Penny would stop talking long enough for him to say something.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but you said if my friend wasn’t in, to pop round”
“I know, but that was a few days ago. Never mind, you are here now. Come in.”

Barry entered the flat and was immediately hit by the strong smell of perfume. He wondered why she used such strong perfume.
“It’s the perfume, isn’t it?”
Barry was surprised at the question. It was as if she could read his mind.
“It’s okay. I know I probably put too much on, but can’t smell, see? So I put a lot on. Better too much than not enough, you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I do and I don’t think that it is too much at all.”
Barry could not believe his luck. Here was a woman who met his criteria and she did not have a sense of smell.
“You are so nice. I bet you’d say that, anyway.”
“No, I think you smell very nice.”
“You sweetie, let me get you a drink. What would you like?”
“If its not too much trouble, may I have a cup of tea, please?”
“I am sure I can do better than that. Look, I have just opened a bottle of wine. It will be so
nice if you have a glass or two with me.”
“Well, maybe just a glass.”
“Good! Take your coat off and take the weight off your feet. I shan’t be a moment.”
Barry took off his coat and sat down on one of the two armchairs in the room.

He took a casual look around from where he was sitting and he quickly came to realise
the room was sparsely furnished, but there was a homely touch about the place.
Along the mantle piece he saw a small-framed picture of an old couple and he presumed they would be her grandparents.
He thought it was strange there were no pictures of her parents or other relatives on show. Just the picture of the grandparents.

The spinning and the burning desire had to some extent, subsided. He felt quite relaxed. He started to wonder what was taking her so long. She soon reappeared wearing a black see through negligee.
If Barry had wondered what was hidden beneath her clothes, he no longer had to wonder. She was displaying everything she had to offer.
“Sorry, I took so long. I just had to, as they say, slip into something cooler. It is so hot in this flat.”
Barry did not think it was hot in the flat. In fact, he thought it was quite chilly.
“That’s, okay. I was admiring your place. Is the photo of your grandparents?”
Barry was trying as hard as he could not to focus on her breasts.
Trying to look her in the eyes and have a conversation was proving to be difficult.
“Yes, it is. They are the only two people who meant anything to me. They are gone now. Just like everything else, all gone”.
“Sorry, I don’t quite understand. Do you mean they are all dead?”
“Yes, something like that. Those that aren’t dead, might as well be. So you see, I’m all
alone in this cruel world of ours.”
“I am sorry to hear that.” Barry put his brain into full gear. He was taking in all the
information Penny was giving him without him having to ask.
“Thank you for saying that, but why should you be sorry? You are the best thing that has happened to me for a long time, somebody who takes me for who I am. I hardly know you and yet I feel comfortable with you.”
Barry, from having initially been feeling in control, was now quite nervous.
“Kind of you to say so, but I think I should be going now.” He stood up as if to leave.
“You stay where you are. You are going nowhere. What kind of a gentleman are you? You
said you would have a drink with me.”
“I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
He couldn’t handle Penny being nice to him. She was practically offering herself to him on a plate, but as much as he wanted her, he didn’t want her like that. He needed to be the hunter.
“Rubbish, you sit back down and I will go and get the drinks.” She gave him a stern look.
“Okay! Okay, I will sit down.”
Barry, by now had lost all of his sexual urges and he was slightly angry with Penny for
ruining his fantasies.
He wondered if it would be at all possible for him to be just friends with her. Maybe as
friends she would let him play with her boobs, now and again.
“Here you go”
She handed him a glass of wine and nervously, he took it from her. When she sat on the
arm of the chair next to him, he couldn’t help being eyeball to eyeball with her nipples.

He drank his first glass of wine perhaps quicker than he should have done. Because, no
sooner was his glass empty and Penny was filling it up.
He was not used to drinking alcohol and pretty soon, he started to feel light-headed.
She must have noticed the state he was in. She started to run her hands up and down his
thighs.
Barry did not find this a turn on. He was only interested in one thing, actually two things,
her breasts.
Penny, feeling no resistance from him, got on top of Barry and started to kiss him.
Barry instinctively responded. He was not sure if he was making the right moves, but Penny was not complaining.
“Barry, you are so different from other men. You really turn me on. Most men come chasing after me and it is so boring.”
Barry managed to break away from Penny’s lips for a few seconds, but as soon as she finished what she was saying, her tongue was back in his mouth.
Not knowing why he was doing it, he started to stroke her hair. Until with a yell, he jumped up out of the chair and sent Penny sprawling onto the floor.
In his moment of passion he had stroked Penny’s hair much too hard. He’d felt something come away in his hand
He looked down at his hand. He was holding a lump of Penny’s hair. He looked across to where Penny was picking herself up from the floor. She had no hair. No, she had hair, but it wasn’t blonde hair. It was red hair. He was holding a wig. He started to laugh.
“What are you laughing at? Haven’t you ever seen a wig before?” She moved closer to him.
“Come on, let’s get back to where we were. Better still, let’s skip that part and go to the next stage.”
She started to undo Barry’s trousers and then she slipped her hands down his underpants.
“Where is it? Where have you got it hidden? Come on, don’t be shy. I want to play.”
Barry didn’t want to play. He didn’t like her touching him down there. In fact, he didn’t like her touching him anywhere. He wanted to do the touching. He didn’t want to be touched.
“I, er, think, I should be going.”
Barry decided the best thing for him to do was to go home and put the night down as a
loss.
“Going? Going where?”
“I mean, I think I should be going home.”
Barry was about to learn for the second time that a woman rejected at the height of her
desire, is not a very nice person.
“Going home? Aren’t I good enough for you then? I mean, what’s your problem? I know plenty of men who would pay good money for what I am offering you for free. What kind of a man are you? Are you gay or something? Do you really have a dick down there?”
Thoughts of Rebecca came flooding into his head, which was now spinning. The burning desire was building up again. The more Penny berated him, the more he wanted to forcibly take her, but not in the way she would want.
“Come on, tell me. Are you gay or what?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking slut.”
Barry by now was in total control of everything he said and did.
Penny, for whatever reason, thought they were about to play a sex game.
“Come over here then big boy and make me.”
Barry not knowing what a sex game was thought she was sneering at him. He took two
quick steps forward and punched her so hard in the face she was out cold before she hit
the floor.

When Penny regained consciousness she found she had been tied up in the crucifix position.
“You are awake, then!”
She lifted her head as much as she could. Sitting in the armchair that her feet were tied to,
was Barry.
“What do you want? Untie me at once or I shall scream.”
“Scream as much as you want. There is nobody here to hear you.”
“Your friend, upstairs. He will hear me.”
“Friend? What friend?”
“Your friend on the next floor. He is bound to hear me if I scream.”
Barry smiled.
“Oh, that friend. I am sorry to have to inform you that no such person exists. If you feel the need to scream then please be my guest, but I warn you, if I find your screaming tiresome, I shall be forced to cut out your tongue. The choice is yours.”
“What do you want? Are you going to rape me? If you are, let me save you the trouble. For Christ sake, I was offering myself to you! If you want kinky, I can do kinky. Just untie me so I can get comfortable. I promise, I’ll give you pleasure like you have never had before.”
“Shut up! The only pleasure you can give me is your tits.”
“My tits? So you are a boob man? Okay, tell you what, untie me and you can play with them as much as you like.”
“I told you to shut up. I do not need to untie you to play with your boobs. Look, I’ll show you.”
He got off the chair and made his way to where she lay.
“What are you going to do? Please don’t hurt me.”
“I am not going to hurt you. I am just going to play with you.”
Barry felt good. He was in total control. He lay down beside her, and slowly. he started to fondle her breast. The more he fondled them the more excited he got and he started to masturbate.

The fact Penny was lying there watching him, turned him on even more. It wasn’t long before he ejaculated. He stood up with the sperm still dribbling from his penis and went and sat down on the armchair.

“You are sick! Look, untie me and get out of here and I won’t say anything to the police.”
Barry burst out laughing.
“You just do not get it, do you? The only person you will be talking to is me, and if you annoy me, I might decide I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
He could see she understood he had the power to decide whether she lived or died.

“You know if you untie me, I could wank you off and, if you like, I will even give you a blow job.”
She knew whilst she was tied up, she was helpless.
“I thought I told you to shut up. From now on you talk only when I say so. Is that clear?”
Penny, now really realising the desperation of her situation and starting to cry, nodded.
“Good, just as long as we know who is in charge here.”
An hour had passed since he had masturbated all over her. Now, he was ready to do it again.

He sat on top of her and with both her tits in his hands he placed his penis between her tits and proceeded to rub her tits against his penis.
It wasn’t long before he ejaculated. Penny managed, just in time, to turn her head, otherwise her face would have been covered in sperm.
As it was, the side of her face was the recipient. She could feel it dribbling down.
Barry again got up and went and sat back down.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t care. Just get on with it and let me go.”
“You are not going anywhere. In fact, I think I am going to move in with you. Yes, you can
be my plaything. I can have you if, and when I choose.”
“You are sick! You won’t get away with this.”
“And why not my dear? Nobody knows I am here and as you have said yourself, nobody
alive gives a damn about you.”
He left her to chew over her fate and went into the kitchen to make a sandwich.

“As I see it, you can either cooperate with me or I will get everything I need and want from you by force. It is entirely up to you.”
“Do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
Penny decided the best thing to do for the moment was to go along with him. Maybe by playing along, he may relax and she might be able to escape.

“The only time I will hurt you is when you decide to lie, scream, or if you disobey me. If you try to escape, I will kill you instantly. Is that clear?”
Penny meekly nodded.
“Good! First, who else comes here apart from delivery people? And don’t forget what will
happen if you lie.”
“Nobody! You are the only person who knows where I live.”
“What about the rent? How do you pay the landlord?”
“It is paid by direct debit on the first of every month.”
“Where are your bank details?”
“My credit cards and cashpoint card are in my bag. My chequebook and statements are in the drawer behind you. Is that what this is about, money?”
He ignored her and went over to her bag.
With her bag in his hand, he went over to the drawer and started to go through her bank statements. When he finished he let out a slow whistle.
“What did

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