He watched her go into the building that housed the dance studio. She was beautiful. Her body was so lovely to watch. He wondered if she missed him like he missed her. He took another puff of his cigar and then put it out. He had watched her on TV the previous night. A part of him had gotten angry at the way the dance instructor had looked at her, but he knew he was the one that had something special with her. He was aware that she would be surprised to see him again. He could not wait until he touched her again. He laughed at the idea of anyone but him doing that. He had already claimed her. Helen belonged to him.