Denise couldn't move, nor call for help. The only thing he was counting on was his friend to come to the rescue.
Meanwhile, Johnbo didn't realize a thing. He went up to the second floor calling out Wane's name. Wane was in the living closet and he heard when Johnbo called out his name above him. "Dumb ass, I'm on the first floor." he thought for he wasn't able to move or talk, although he continued to try.
Then Johnbo forgot all about Wane when he spotted the jewelry box that was on top of the dresser. "Wow, now what do we go here?" he whispered as he opened up the jewelry revealing lots of gold jewelry. "Shit ya, I hit the jackpot. I knew this bitch was loaded," he muttered. He opened his bag and dumped the contents into the large trash bag. The dresser was near a window. Which Johnbo happen to glance out of when he spotted the plastic bag.
"What the hell is taking him so long? Why did he leave the bag with stolen good in the middle of the yard, some people are just born idiots. If I want things down right, I must do them myself." he said as he picked up his bag and headed downstairs. Johnbo was wondering, "All these damn cats this lady has, but for some reason, they're hiding today. Thank goodness for that." he said as he ran down the steps. When suddenly something grabbed on to his boot pulling him down, causing him to roll down the stairway. "Shit, shit, ouch, fuck," he muttered as he tumbles down the steps.
He landed on the bottom step rubbing his head. "Now how did that happen?" he thought as he sat there in a daze from the fall. "Man, I sure this jewelry will pay well. Let me find the guys, and get the fuck out of this creepy ass house," he muttered as he slowly got up off the floor. Rubbing his back as he moved.
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Maria's House
ActionA fifty-year-old lady must go away to visit her sick sister, two thousand miles away. She owned many, many cats. When she left she left one of the neighbors in charge of checking on then, little did he knew that they could take care of themselves...
