Pembroke. It pulled onto St. James and stopped in front of Sean’s house. Sandy could see two figures in the back seat.
“Relax Ann. I just want to say hi and I will come back out. How do I look?” Jennifer said to Ann.
“Sure, just say hi? You look fine. Hurry up.”
“Just wait here,” Jennifer said and started to step out of the cab.
“Well, I’ll be. Bob, look who just got out of the cab. The hottie from the plane.” From Pembroke, Bill and Bob had full view of the house.
“This is going to be great. I wish I had that laptop Sandy does – should be quite a show,” Bill said, leaning forward in his seat.
Jennifer shut the cab door, straightened her dress and started up the walk, her heels made a rhythmic clicking noise. She climbed the three steps to the porch and walked to the door. She hoped the lights would come on. They didn’t. The streetlights from St. James only produced creepy shadows. She was reaching for the bell when a figure appeared from the shadows.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Sandy said calmly walking towards Jennifer. In heels, Jennifer was slightly taller than Sandy.
“Why? I am Sean’s friend,” Jennifer said, obviously startled.
“I have never heard of you,” Sandy said positioning herself between Jennifer and the door.
“Who are you anyway? Wait, do I know you?” Jennifer asked, thinking she had seen Sandy before.
“His sister, Bailey and no you don’t.” Sandy smiled to herself. She liked using the dog’s name. She felt Bailey would do the same thing if she could.
“Well, I don’t care who you are,” Jennifer said, reaching for the bell. With one quick motion Sandy grabbed a handful of black hair in her fist and pulled Jennifer’s ear towards her face.
“Look Jennifer. Yes. I know your name. Here’s what you are going to do. Get in the cab with your friend, go back to your hotel, put on that cute little uniform of yours and fly out of Pittsburgh. If I ever see you again, I am going to grab one of those $300 shoes and cram it up your ass! Do you understand me?”
Terrified, Jennifer had tears running down her face, but she still nodded. She stumbled as she ran back down the walk towards the cab.
Sandy disappeared back into the shadows.
“Let’s get out of here. His sister is crazy!” Jennifer yelled at Ann and the cab driver at the same time.
Across the street, Bill and Bob looked at each other. They had seen the whole thing.
“She’s crazy,” Bob said.
“Shut up. She has this truck bugged for all I know.”
Sandy watched the cab pull away and made her way across the yard, hugging the tall hedges that separated Sean’s house from the neighbor. She raced across the street and leaped onto her porch in one jump. Entering the living room, she stood in front of her laptop with her hands on her hips.
“All this ass-kicking is exhausting,” she said aloud. She needed to relax. Bill and Bob had eyes on the house.
She walked back to the bathroom. It was not nearly as nice a Sean’s. One small window adjacent to the tub. Basic sink. Basic tub and toilet. She reached behind her back and took out the Glock and put it on the windowsill. She placed her phone next to it. She pulled her shirt over her head and looked in the mirror. A thin scar ran under her right breast, across her flat, muscular stomach and down to her waist. She ran her finger over it and looked at herself again in the mirror. She slid out of her shoes and jeans and looked at herself again. Plain bra. Plain white panties. Plain. Plain. Plain. Guys like plain? Guys like women like Jennifer? She looked out of the bathroom at the laptop and at Sean sleeping soundly next to his dog. Then she got in the shower.
Sandy emerged ten minutes later, toweled off and got dressed. She pulled
“Relax Ann. I just want to say hi and I will come back out. How do I look?” Jennifer said to Ann.
“Sure, just say hi? You look fine. Hurry up.”
“Just wait here,” Jennifer said and started to step out of the cab.
“Well, I’ll be. Bob, look who just got out of the cab. The hottie from the plane.” From Pembroke, Bill and Bob had full view of the house.
“This is going to be great. I wish I had that laptop Sandy does – should be quite a show,” Bill said, leaning forward in his seat.
Jennifer shut the cab door, straightened her dress and started up the walk, her heels made a rhythmic clicking noise. She climbed the three steps to the porch and walked to the door. She hoped the lights would come on. They didn’t. The streetlights from St. James only produced creepy shadows. She was reaching for the bell when a figure appeared from the shadows.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Sandy said calmly walking towards Jennifer. In heels, Jennifer was slightly taller than Sandy.
“Why? I am Sean’s friend,” Jennifer said, obviously startled.
“I have never heard of you,” Sandy said positioning herself between Jennifer and the door.
“Who are you anyway? Wait, do I know you?” Jennifer asked, thinking she had seen Sandy before.
“His sister, Bailey and no you don’t.” Sandy smiled to herself. She liked using the dog’s name. She felt Bailey would do the same thing if she could.
“Well, I don’t care who you are,” Jennifer said, reaching for the bell. With one quick motion Sandy grabbed a handful of black hair in her fist and pulled Jennifer’s ear towards her face.
“Look Jennifer. Yes. I know your name. Here’s what you are going to do. Get in the cab with your friend, go back to your hotel, put on that cute little uniform of yours and fly out of Pittsburgh. If I ever see you again, I am going to grab one of those $300 shoes and cram it up your ass! Do you understand me?”
Terrified, Jennifer had tears running down her face, but she still nodded. She stumbled as she ran back down the walk towards the cab.
Sandy disappeared back into the shadows.
“Let’s get out of here. His sister is crazy!” Jennifer yelled at Ann and the cab driver at the same time.
Across the street, Bill and Bob looked at each other. They had seen the whole thing.
“She’s crazy,” Bob said.
“Shut up. She has this truck bugged for all I know.”
Sandy watched the cab pull away and made her way across the yard, hugging the tall hedges that separated Sean’s house from the neighbor. She raced across the street and leaped onto her porch in one jump. Entering the living room, she stood in front of her laptop with her hands on her hips.
“All this ass-kicking is exhausting,” she said aloud. She needed to relax. Bill and Bob had eyes on the house.
She walked back to the bathroom. It was not nearly as nice a Sean’s. One small window adjacent to the tub. Basic sink. Basic tub and toilet. She reached behind her back and took out the Glock and put it on the windowsill. She placed her phone next to it. She pulled her shirt over her head and looked in the mirror. A thin scar ran under her right breast, across her flat, muscular stomach and down to her waist. She ran her finger over it and looked at herself again in the mirror. She slid out of her shoes and jeans and looked at herself again. Plain bra. Plain white panties. Plain. Plain. Plain. Guys like plain? Guys like women like Jennifer? She looked out of the bathroom at the laptop and at Sean sleeping soundly next to his dog. Then she got in the shower.
Sandy emerged ten minutes later, toweled off and got dressed. She pulled
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