Alright then.
Maybe some more hot girls.
Or a door-to-door salesman. Someone who wanted to pave the driveway or replace the windows, some shit like that.
I slid the locks and pulled the door open.
Then there was what the door had been getting knocked with.
A fucking cane. The kind with the bent rubber handle. Attached to the wrinkled hand of an elderly man.
He was a little stooped but had a bulldog kind of build, white hair, and pale green eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked, glancing behind him toward the fifty-plus community they’d built across the street. It also featured an assisted living facility.
It looked like the neighbors were coming to visit.
“Yeah? That’s how you answer the door?”
“What can we do for you, sir?” Velle asked, moving in beside me.
“I have a bone to pick with you,” the man said, his voice angry enough to be shaking.
“What about?” I asked.
“That racket last night. My wife couldn’t sleep. And when she—”
He trailed off when there was female laughter followed by feet slapping on the stairs as the little cat-and-mouse game seemed to continue.
Then there she was.
She was still topless, tits out, with nothing but a pillow hiding her junk as she streaked through the house.
“Get back here!” Caymen called, barreling down the steps while still yanking a pair of boxers into place.
“Try to catch me,” she taunted as she bolted through the kitchen, then, from the sound of things, out the back door.
Behind me, the man let out a wheezing sound that had me turning to look.
He was wide-eyed and flustered, color creeping up his neck.
“I, uh, well, that… wow.”
Velle and I shared a smile.
“Where are they going like that?” he asked.
“Either to fuck in the pool or the sh—” I trailed off, almost saying ‘shooting range.’ But I was pretty sure we weren’t supposed to have one of those. “Shed,” I finished.
“Really?” he asked, interest piqued.
“What was that about your wife again?” Velle asked.
I knew him well enough at this point to detect something leading in his voice. Like he knew exactly what the guy was going to say.
“Who?” he asked, then shook his head. “Eh, she’s always mad about something,” he said, waving a hand as he leaned on his cane, then started moving inside without an invitation. “Makes it my problem too with all the nagging. Are there any more girls like that in… hello,” he said, seeing Velle’s overnight guest.
“Good morning,” she said, giving him a small smile. “Well, Velle, I have to get to work,” she said, giving Velle an awkward wave before grabbing her purse and moving out the front door.
