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to the ground. A pipe had been damaged,
and water flowed unbidden into the demolished remains of the
once-beautiful home.
    Joe was trying to catch his breath. He had
never had a panic attack in his adult life, but he was experiencing
it now. As the outer walls of the large house loomed over him, he
shook his head and tried to get a hold of himself. A quick check on
Ernesto let him know that he was okay to take a quick walk. He
silenced his phone, and strolled out to the street to get some
air.
    The pleasant day was not nearly as hot as it
was supposed to be. He swung his arms and adopted a brisk gait, as
he strolled on.
    He heard a loud engine noise coming toward
him, and he turned in time to see the large dump truck. Tagging
along behind it was the wreckage of Sarah's little wind up car! He
knew that Ernesto had something planned, but he left it up to him
to take initiative on it. As the car banged and emitted a metallic
screech, Joe felt a big smile spread across his face. The first
adolescent giggles gave way finally to giant heaving laughter.
Tears of comedic ecstasy rolled out of him, while he watched a
large, black van pull onto the front lawn of the house he was
showing.
    As he watched on, men began unloading from
the van dressed as some kind of law enforcement. His joy vanished,
as he ran back to see what the commotion was all about.
    As he ran in the front door, he was stopped
by some guy wearing a SWAT uniform. With a gun pointed right in his
face, Joe held his hands up and did what the agent said.
    “Put your hands on your head and face the
wall!” The large man said with authority.
    Joe saw that the other guests of Mr. Goodwell
were all rounded up in the living room with their hands on their
heads as well. They emotions ranged from terror to anger, while Joe
felt his heart racing.
    The man who stopped him at the door proceeded
to frisk Joe.
    “Am I gonna find any contraband or weapons on
you sir?” The man asked. He took out Joe's phone and tossed it
aside, as he continued his search.
    It was when the man cupped his crotch that
Joe got the sense that something was amiss.
    “Well well well, it looks like this guy is
packing heat!” The man said, as he reached up to tear his shirt
off. The man proceeded to pull off his pants as well, and stood
there in only a gold g string
    “Wait, what?” Was all Joe could utter.
    The other men, right on cue, whipped of their
outfits with impressive synchronicity. Another man produced a large
boom box. As the song “I'm too sexy” blared through the cavernous
house, the men all began gyrating their hips and thrusting their
crotches in the faces of the ultraconservative party goers while
they sat on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Joe
shrugged, and made his way out to the backyard. He pulled one of
the burgers off the grill, as Ernesto looked on with pride.
    “That's some weird music for a bunch of
church people.” Ernesto said. His position at the grill made him
oblivious to the commotion inside.
    Joe chuckled to himself, as he watched the
good minister receive a very involuntary lap dance from a
couple of oiled up muscle men. He placed the burger inside a bun
and squirted on some mustard. “Yeah it is. These are great, by the
way.” His attentions turned to the delicious burger, as he
un-slienced his phone.
    It rang almost instantly, and he unlocked it
and held it to his ear.
    “You had to wreck my car.” Sarah said to him.
Her voice was even and calm, and had just a note of idle frivolity.
“You should have seen the hole it made!” She finally blurted out
with a laugh.
    Joe took a big bite of his burger while he
smiled in the noontime heat. “That car didn't suit you. Nice choice
on the strippers by the way.” He said with his own little
laugh.
    “Yeah, they were friends of Roxy's. They're
available for private bookings as well.” She sang in a teasing
voice.
    “Actually, I'm watching them handcuff the
minister to a chair right now. I wonder