“Holy fuck,” she said aloud in the empty break-room.Jess had forwarded a link to Todd’s page. Jess had added a note: “Hmm, guess he pissed SOM...ONE off.”When she followed the link, she saw a blurry, but unmistakable, picture of her two new neighbors, clad in black and holding tools aloft.Right under that was the picture of Todd’s fucked up BMW.There was another more recent post that neither Jess nor I had seen at that point.‘FUCKING BULLSHIT! Crazy ass bitch ratted me out to my boss at work AND. Jake walks over to Katie. He's not sure what she wants but he wants to find out. He gets close to her and bends down so he can hear what she has to say."Kevin wants to play with me, right. Well, let's let him. But we control what he can do. You have to tell him what to do. If you don't want him to fuck me, all you have to do is tell him that he can't." Katie says to Jake.Jake thinks that is a great idea. With all of the control, he can tell that sick fuck to fuck off if he wanted too. He walks. ” It was the first-time father had ever praised the lad and struck Monty as rather odd. Next morning at breakfast Muriel looked tearful, Bessy served as usual, father being father ignored her and Muriel, both, and as soon as the meal was over said his goodbyes, ignoring Muriel, once again and shaking hands with Monty and saying he was proud of him… which was out of character, Hodges driving him to the station, which was full of suitcases, which again was odd . Muriel, as soon as he had gone,. I felt her tremble and saw the goosebumps form on her flesh.“You mean so that we can…. again? Are you up to it?” she began to say until she saw the tent in my pants.“You want to again Jim?”“As many times as you’ll let me Jill” I told her while raising an eyebrow.She giggled nervously as she hit the gas and started to drive. “What’s the address Jim?”“321 Sycamore Avenue” I replied as I watched the houses pass by. Most were dark though lights twinkled in some scattered windows. My block was quiet.