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She didn't know this just yet, but she had transposed two numbers on when putting the address into the GPS but didn't realize the numbers were wrong. She saw the house she thought it was and found a spot that allowed her to easily drive off once she left.

It was supposed to be the house of two friend's of hers that had just gotten their own place. They hadn't had much time to make the place their own so when she didn't see anything that reflect their unique tastes she thought little of it. She knocked, wondering if she was too early to the house-warming party. It was only when the door opened that she realized her mistake but by that time it was far too late. The needle was in her neck and no one ever saw the door close behind her.

Ernest smiled a strange smile as he sat in a low chair. He had no idea how this woman was or what she was supposed to be doing, and he didn't care either. He had perfected his machine just a few days ago and was waiting for a proper test subject. He figured a delivery driver or a solicitor but as luck would have it she was the first to knock on his door.

He ran a hand over his smooth, nyloned thigh, smiling at the sensation, the feeling almost alien but immensely pleasurable. If just a hand on his thigh felt this good, he realized, imagine how other things feel...