Arriving at the Fowlers'

A part of you tells you to make sure that Mr. and Mrs. Fowler will be out that night in order to make sure your plan goes off without a hitch. But you then decide that the Fowler siblings will be **** enough to partake of the fruits of your labor to make sure that their parents stay away from the house, so you decide not to worry.

You head over to the house you spent so many hours at as a kid and knock on the door. You're only waiting out in the cold for a few seconds before the door slams open. There's Peter who opened it, still looking a little sloppy but a hell of a lot better than he was looking the last time you saw him. He's red in the face and his belt is undone.

Was he jerking off in advance? you think to yourself.

"Uhh, hey, Hayley," he says anxiously. "Uh, come in."

You walk past him, brushing by him coolly. "How are you, Peter?" you ask.

"You can't come upstairs!" Peter blurts.

"Why?" you say, eyes narrowing.

"Uh, it's a secret. Don't worry, it's really okay. Just wait down here." He glances up at the ceiling. "Yeah, uh, we should be down in a few minutes."

You're a little miffed but you decide to do what he says. Apparently they were not ready for 9PM. But then you look at your watch and you realize that the clock is stopped, and that you're probably pretty early. A glance at your phone reveals that it's not even 8:30 yet.

"Shit," you mutter. Whatever. Peter said they'll be done soon.

And so you wait.