Richard entered the harbor on Nassau about midday. He'd lost his latest quarry, lost about a day but had escaped the island.



The insanity of the last few days had convinced him that he needed to leave this side of the world. Asia could provide him with some wonderful opportunities but a white guy with light brown hair on a boat would stick out. He needed to purchase some more hair color to change his looks.



He'd let his tan deepen, maybe even use some tanning lotion to darken him further. He wouldn't look Asian, but he might be able to pull off being Mexican or Spanish.



Using the gel he'd purchased in Florida he slicked his hair back and attached a ponytail that he'd made from one of the girl's he'd dumped into the ocean a while back. He'd even dyed it to match his hair.



Real hair worked better for a ponytail than fake. The local's would really believe that he had long hair. Few would connect the dots and remember him from last week. His disguises were vast. Plus loads of rich white guys pulled into port every day. The local would mistake him for someone else, easy.



He needed to stop in Florida for a few supplies. Today would be his last day in the Bahamas'. It saddened him to leave the crystal clear waters. Many beautiful women came here for vacation and he often times had the pick of the bunch.



After a satisfying lunch he meandered around the bars, just checking out if someone looked interesting. Brunettes littered the streets, no blondes to grace his arm. Too bad. In Asia he would need to switch to darker beauties, but while he was still here where blondes were a dime a dozen he would only fantasize about the cream of the crop.



He walked out into the street after a particularly dark bar, his eyes adjusting behind his mirrored sunglasses. The sky was an unusually deep blue today. The weather made him feel good. Maybe he wouldn't find a girl to amuse himself with for the trip over, but he didn't care. This was actually better. He could focus on changing his taste to Asians.



With a jaunty step he took off and rounded the corner, running smack into none other than the blonde from the island. Fuck yeah, this was kismet.



"Sorry, didn't see you there." Her eyes never glanced at his face, instead she moved past him, totally ignoring him.



Richard wanted to scream and do a victory dance, but he kept his emotions in check, hiding his elation from the people on the street. He stooped down and tied his shoe, keeping his eyes on the pair.



There was no account for luck. Some people had it and others didn't. Richard knew he was one of those few truly blessed people who lived with luck constantly on his side. The mishap at the island was just a fluke.

The couple traipsed down to the dock, her hips sashaying, beckoning him to follow. He couldn't strike now, not with them in public. After last night they were probably on edge.



No, he would wait a few days. Stalking the golden girl would be fun. He could get back to his old ways of operating. A little money greasing the right hands would separate the pair.



Richard leaned against building across the street from the docks, his mind working on who the girl reminded him of. Now he knew they had never personally met. He'd reconciled that in his mind. But what if she was tremendously famous. She looked like a chick from a movie he'd seen a few years back.



The pair boarded their sailboat, safe and tucked away for a moment. He closed his eyes, thinking about the movie. That had to be it. The girl was that superstar. Skhye something. He'd remembered the spelling of her last name. But what was her first name?



He opened his eyes, a little shocked to see them moving back up the dock towards him. His heart raced for a few seconds, sending a fresh dose of adrenalin through his veins.



His first thought was to run, but he dismissed the impulse immediately. He didn't need to run. They had no idea who he was. His clothes were different. His hair different.



He pulled out a cigarette and lit the damned thing. They were vile sticks but smoking gave him a reason to hang out without drawing questions. With each step they moved closer, shrinking the distance, increasing his heart rate. What if they gave him more than a cursory look? Would they recognize him?



Their steps slowed, their eyes darted around. For a crazy second he thought about springing into action and cutting down the guy. But no, this wasn't the time. Overacting would only bring disaster.



They stopped at the top of the dock and ducked their heads together. Richard could just make out their words.



"We need to find a place to stay," the man said.



"Sam, your boat will...Let's take it out a ways."



"Too dangerous."



The woman shook her head, her blond hair flying. "A hotel would be dangerous."



The man grabbed her hand, and tugged her with him. "Security in numbers.



She pulled away, her back ramrod straight. Richard loved to watch them fight. Hell, seeing any couple fight really got him off. He loved the breakup process. The angry looks, the words thrown around. All fun and games for him. If only he could hear every word they said but moving closer would draw their attention and scare them off.



"Delanie, I know you...but–"



"No, don't say my name out...I'm here."



Delanie, Delanie, Delanie Skhye. The rush of excitement almost undid him. Yes, that fit. Her name, her looks. The bitch's hair was darker, a little longer, but it was definitely Delanie Skhye. Testosterone pumped through his veins. His dick sprang to life. Oh, what he could do with the bitch.



He wanted to dance and sing. To run over to the couple and take Delanie in his arms, parading her around the docks. If she only knew.



The bitch was a major prima donna and he could take her down easy. He could be the one to tame the tramp. Now he had to have her. The next few days were beyond important. This short time would set the stage for her training and reeducation.



Once he had her on board his ship he would teach her how to act, when to speak, when to beg.



Damn, he had to stop thinking about her or he would loose it right here. One thing he prided himself with was his stamina. He couldn't ejaculate in public over her. Damn the bitch, already she used her body to rule over him.



Getting his hands on her was paramount. She wouldn't say no once he turned on the charm. She was his. End of story.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011

Murder Stalks