As Darlene drifted into sleep with a smirk look of contentment, her small fingertips still resting just inside her pussy; a shadowy figure moved away from the dark area near the bedroom door toward her. Gerre slowly extracted himself from the shadows and quietly moved into the iridescent moonlight near her bed. Unknown to Darlene, Gerre had quietly slipped into the room while she was pleasuring herself earlier. She would have never heard him anyway; he’d been expertly trained in being covert in situations that required stealth and silence.