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'You'd probably prefer to be invisible, if you had any choice in the matter.' |
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He forced out a chuckle. 'Now, there's a neat idea.' |
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'It'd be perfect for you. The invisible man. The ultimate in anonymity.' |
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'Why didn't I think of that?' |
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He had thought of that. Often. He was sure he'd never told Lynn, though. It was his pet fantasy, being invisible, and he'd always kept it to himself. Not exactly something you share, your desire to vanish from sight. |
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But if he ever stumbled onto a Genie, that would be his first wish. And the only wish he would need. |
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He wouldn't want to be invisible all the time, of course. To be able to change at will, that'd be the thing. |
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He'd never again have to worry about the creeps of the world chosing him for a target. You can't hassle, rob or murder someone you can't see. That part, he knew, was cowardly. The other part of being invisible, which appealed to him just as much, had nothing to do with cowardice but seemed even more shameful. |
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As a teenager, his favorite daydream had involved sneaking invisible into the girls' shower room after gym class. He hadn't given up that daydream. But now his fantasies more often involved young women, not teenagers. Watching them undress and bathe. |
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Invisible, he could do other things, too: eavesdrop, steal anything he might want, wreck havoc on his enemies, even commit murder. Not that he would. He |
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