20 Questions

Chapter 90

Hunter

It's been about three weeks since our little run-in with the law.  I can't get Jenna to do any more than kiss me in the hot tub and that royally chaps my ass.  Liz has ruined my good time and I won't stand for it any longer.  I had taken the day off to buy groomsmen's gifts because that is the only task Jenna knew I didn't need supervision for, but it's also the day that I am going to take care of the little problem next door once and for all.  Jenna was running late to work and I didn't get any action this morning so I'm already starting my day off on the wrong foot. 

Plus, I didn't sleep well last night. 

I always thought weddings were only stressful for the bride, but I was sadly mistaken.  We spent the evening sending out invitations, a task I was hoping to not be a part of.  Three papercuts and a shit ton of stamps applied later, I was ready to drink my dinner.  Our intimate ceremony now includes fifty people more than I would have liked, but I'll do anything to make this woman happy.  I sent an invitation to my brother Tyler who I haven't seen in years.  It will be nice to reconnect with him.  The thought of going to New York City just to visit for a couple days didn't sound appealing to me at all.  He's changed a lot over the years, too.  He used to be a lot like me and the rest of the brothers...simple and grateful for what we have.  I don't know if it is his high fluting girlfriend or fiancée or whatever she is or the fact that he is some big shot now at the law firm, but he was kind of a prick the last time I talked to him. 

All the things that still need to be done left my mind racing and I laid in bed until two in the morning before finally falling asleep.

I grab a shower and get myself dressed for the day.  After a bowl of cereal and three cups of coffee, I decide it's time to finally put Liz in her place.  A war wages in my head as I walk slowly to her house.  On one hand, I know Jenna will not be happy if she finds out that I went over to see the slut next door, even if it is to say my piece.  On the other hand, Liz needs to know that what she did was not ok.  Getting the cops involved was petty, but that's not the reason I'm so salty.  Jenna was mortified, being called out by an officer of the law for something that people do all the time.  I don't know if people actually do it all the time, but I grew up watching homeless people and prostitutes having sex wherever and whenever they got opportunity.  I witnessed a bum who had died of hypothermia in the middle of a park getting corpse-raped by another homeless dude.  His name was Ralph and even though he was a drunk, he didn't deserve that and I didn't deserve to have nightmares for ten years because of what I saw.  So, having a midnight rendezvous, in the privacy of our own back yard, when it's completely pitch-black outside is not that big of a deal.

I weigh my two options and decide to ask for forgiveness over permission.  I walk up the driveway and ring her doorbell.  She runs through the house and peeks through the window, yelling "just a minute."  I assume she is in there pushing up her tits and pulling up her shorts.  When she finally opens the door, I can see that my assumptions were correct.  God, she is so desperate.  Why did I ever mess around with her?  I shudder at the thought as she invites me in.

"Heeeey, Hunter," she says in her most irritating tone. 

"We need to talk," I spit.

"Good to see you, too," she scoffs, rolling her eyes.  I hope she didn't expect some warm meeting with flirting and giggles because she will be exponentially disappointed.  "What brings you by?  Were you wanting to pick up where we left off that night?  I know I am."

The bile rises in my throat.  "Uh no, not even close.  I came over here to tell you that it was a dick move calling the cops."

"The cops?  Wait...the cops came to your house?  That's terrible.  I had no idea."