Kirsten and Dom continued to have their fun. She hadn't bothered to mention to him the run in that she had had with his wife at the bar the other night, deciding it best not to remind him that she was still around lest it stir up some sort of useless emotion inside him.
No, in fact, Kirsten had all but put the incident completely out of her own mind. Afterall, she had what she wanted for now so why let herself be bothered with the mundane antics of a scorned and rejected wife. As for her paranoia the other night, well, that was just silly on her part. Just the alcohol playing with her head. That was just silly nonsense on her part. Although, at times when she least expected it, that woman's face flashed into her memory so vividly. And those eyes, she just couldn't shake that look in her eyes. That look alone made her shudder, although she had no idea why. But, it was just the look of a jealous woman, nothing to worry herself about.
Dismissing the woman scorned. Life as usual. Forget it ever happened. To do these things may very well be the very things that Kirsten ends up regretting. For these are just the things that the woman scorned wants her to do. Isn't this why a tiger lies in wait, hidden amongst the camouflage of its surroundings? Doesn't the hunter want the prey to suspect nothing and in so doing bring itself closer and closer to its inevitable destruction? Fear, afterall, puts one on guard. It makes them wary. It makes them take precautions. The true hunter, in this case a betrayed wife-one of the deadliest of hunters- gets the most satisfaction with the element of surprise.
It isn't the catch, so much, that is the thrill of the hunt, but the hunt itself. The kill is secondary, but the true ecstacy is with the stalking, the tracking, the watching, and the waiting for just the right moment to strike. It is only in this euphoric moment that the hunter can truly see the fear in the eyes of the hunted. The unexpected, orgasmic look of fear that can only be created by the element of surprise.
So let Kirsten drop her guard. Let her forget. Let her carry on with her shopping sprees, her spa treatments, her expensive luncheons, all charged to Dom's credit cards. That's what she wants.
Let the stupid, young, beautiful blonde have her fun. Let her forget about the hunter. Let her spend her days unwarily coming closer and closer. Because the hunter is out there and she is watching. Watching and waiting.