Jacker - 1. Chapter 1 : Share Any Information

“In other news, police are asking for any information leading to the capture of the Rt 80 Jacker. Eyewitness accounts describe the, presumed, sex offender as a 30 year old man with brown hair. Most descriptions report he wears business attire. Also, the police say eyewitnesses have given many different vehicle descriptions. It is possible the suspect, or suspects, may be driving stolen vehicles…..”

”Richard, have you heard about this guy? You should pay attention, Richard, because he’s been spotted on the road you take to work.” Caroline had such a surprised look on her face as she tried to get her husband’s attention.

”What?” Her husband looked up from his paper then neatly placed it next to his mostly finished breakfast. Distractedly, he followed his wife’s finger as it pointed toward the small 13 inch screen on the kitchen counter. Richard looked at the television and back at his worried wife. “Honey, I don’t have time for this, I have a busy day and I just wanna finish my breakfast. Can we talk later?” Rich, as he preferred to be called, took 2 fast bites not waiting for an answer as he hurried out the door.

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Rich had acted like he didn’t hear Caroline, mainly so he wouldn’t be drawn into some crazy conversation about perverts and rapists. Also, in a small curious way he was intrigued by the mystery surrounding someone who is gesturing lewdly at fellow travelers. Rich now hoped to see what this guy looks like. This man might think it’s funny and is laughing at all the attention. Maybe, in some lonely way, he’s attempting to get attention from unsuspecting ladies who could also be neglected by their husbands and want to share a thrill. Heck, he could even be a bored married man secretly trying to meet another, like minded, man for an afternoon of fun, how could anyone presume to know what it’s really about.

That last thought sent shivers down Rich’s spine. “What would I really do if I became the Jacker’s target? It’s been 2 months since Caroline showed any interest in my body. I can’t even remember the last time she put my dick in her mouth. I’m so desperate for anything, other than my hand, that I honestly would get a thrill, of my own, out of it. You know, if I see a man moving his fist up and down at me, and if he looked remotely decent, well and happen at the right time? Yes, of course, I would be ‘interested’.” Just saying it out loud, to himself, in the privacy of the car, felt taboo and most likely rediculous. Although, Rich knew he’s not ugly, he never considered himself particularly attractive either.

Still, he did acknowledge the firm interest coming from between his legs. Now he was trying to pay more attention to the cars along side him. He would push the gas more to catch up to the next car and slightly slow down to safely see the driver. Every time it was a woman he could quickly speed up to the next vehicle. If he saw an old man he wouldn’t even care if he was the Jacker, Rich definitely wouldn’t be interested. However, each younger man, Rich would maintain the same pace in order to give the guy an opportunity to make the suggestion. Also, Rich wasn’t alone, the other travelers seemed to look at each other more frequently than before, also with keen interest. One man, briefly matching the description, even raised his eyebrows a couple of times as they made eye contact. Rich wasn’t born yesterday and knew full well what he implied. But, he didn’t use the M.O. hand signal, as if masterbating. That has been known for quite some time as the Universal sign indicating a sexual interest. Rich is just ignoring the double meaning of something bothersome, ‘slow as fuck’, or even ‘a waste of time’. So the only reaction this fellow got in return was Rich laughing a hard belly laugh. Even better, the other fellow added up the same Rediculous appearance of the entire situation. At the stoplight, they rolled down the windows to hear their shared laughter. As the light changed color, they waved a hand up fast and straight down, then they just continued on their way.

With every trip to and from work he saw many smiling faces and an occasional accusatory stare. Overall, folks seemed to have fun trying to see the infamous Jacker. Rich rolled his eyes at the overly sensitive passerby, probably some prude housewife not even wise enough to know her own husband is the actual Jacker. Even if Rich was the ‘Jacker’ (which he’s not) he wondered why they think he’d have an interest in any of them? They were the most unattractive sort who probably harbored a great amount of deep jealousy, because they know they wouldn’t get any special attention like that. No, the beautiful people know who they are, they look around hoping to be flattered by the suspects attentive gestures. They may want to just have a story to tell, or even just run scenarios through their minds during their most private times. Either way, these trips feel interesting and something to look forward to. Rich cannot deny he would rather have days filled with suspense like this, than the mundane boring drive that he has had for many years.