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472 pages, ebook
First published July 30, 2019
“I haven’t called [the police] yet. I’m giving you one last day of freedom to do anything you want.”
“Ah, makes sense. Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Can I touch your willy?”
“Besides that.”
“Can I look at your willy?”
“Besides that.”
“So not actually anything."
“Anything else.”
“Can you show me your nipple?”




It’s clear that I’m bored when I’m not using my binoculars to watch the house I’m supposed to be watching but am, instead, staring at the neighbor’s TV. What’s worse is that The Bachelor is on.
On the right side of my face, in permanent marker, is a penis, ball hairs and all. On my left cheek is Love, the Sandman with a heart like he puts on my notes.
He grimaces, and I can’t imagine why. My only conclusion is that he doesn’t like my mask. Or maybe hostage situations don’t really turn him on. Or maybe he didn’t get my joke.
Oh. That. “Well, that was just like flirting. Like how a boy pushes a girl he likes.”
He looks at me in the mirror like I’m crazy. “You shot at me.”
“Basically, it’s like getting a house cat,” I realize. “You come in, eat my food, sleep wherever you want, whenever you want, and refuse to listen…”
“How much did you spend on a robot vacuum, anyway?”
“Bitch wasn’t cheap. I could’ve bought a sex machine for that much. You know what… I bet I could make the robot vacuum a sex machine as well as a vacuum. What do you think of me putting a suction-cup dildo on the top? She could be like a little unicorn with a dick for a horn.”
Jackson stares at me like he’s forgotten how to laugh. Like my comment wasn’t even remotely funny. All I know is that I can’t wait for his friends to come over again so dildo Roomba can make her entrance.
“Don’t shoot them,” Jackson says as the van rolls to a stop.
“What? Why?”
“We’re going to arrest them.”
“Arrest?” I ask. Clearly, the man’s crazy. He’s all beauty and no brains. He’ll take that suggestion back once they start shooting at us. Which they almost instantly do. I climb behind the door to use it for cover and look over at Jackson who is hunkered down next to the steering wheel, his own door also open. “Go on then, arrest them.”
He hesitates. “I will.”
A bullet hits the window above my head, and I give him a very pointed look. “When?”
“Soon.”
Another hits the mirror. “How soon is soon? Like in a minute or ten minutes or when we’re both dead?”
He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. “One of those.”
“Don’t ever leave me,” I whisper. His hands tighten behind my back.
“I won’t.”
“I’m a mean motherfucker when you piss me off. You will not be safe from me if you make me mad.”

“What is wrong with you? And why the fuck can’t I get you off me? I can’t even move!”
He flails around some, which I think is really cute. Instead of giving in, I grab onto his earlobe with my lips and pull on it.
“I’ll suck your jackhammer.”
“No! Stop tempting me!”
Now he’s trying to crawl out from under me, but I’m just riding on his back as he goes.
“Please?” I whisper into his ear. “Just for me?”
“Two guns, happy?”



I could never lose this man. I could never lose any of this. Without a doubt, I would give up everything for him.