She was shocked when I pitched in.“Señorita, never say you’ll work in here.”At o’dark thirty, I hollered, “Let’s go home, tomorrow we’l...l have a crew.”Outside, on the concrete apron, was a decrepit old SUV parked in the shade. Edgar and Maria headed for it. So I got in too. They were s trifle surprised when Cat loaded up.“Drive,” I said.“Left ... one block ... right ... one block ... left ... driveway left. Pull in ... Shut it off,” I said. “Get out. Come on.”I unlocked and shoved them inside. I. Typical boyfriend/girlfriend shit.Of course, she insisted I swing by her house and see and her and I knew Ihad to agree or all this would be for naught.She was sitting on her front stoop, looking gorgeous as always, her hairpulled back into two ponytails and wearing a tight pink t-shirt that showedoff her perfect tits, jeans and some Chuck Taylor's.We kissed and talked more telling each other how sorry we were.My clear path back to her good side was suddenly obstructed when she asked,"So what. He was startled by the shot, ducking for cover as he was sure the shot wasn't his. But even as he looked around for his next wannabe killer, a hollow sound echoed through the yard...A hard thud followed by gales of laughter. James turned round, surprised to see Alex standing there, his gun still smoking."Ya shoulda seen the look on your face!!" Alex gasped as he tumbled down the slope towards James. James in return punched him as hard as he could. Alex barely felt it, and was thrown into fresh. Then I remembered why I was doing this. I knocked. Hesitantly, at first, and then harder, trying to inject a confidence I didn’t feel into it. No answer. No movement from inside. It was completely silent, except for my raspy breathing. Salvation. I had been so worried that someone else might be home with him that I never even considered that he might not be home himself. My face lit up and I half-danced, half-turned back towards my car when I heard the door open behind me. “What do you want?”.