Middle-Aged Nerd

Huck pulls into a long driveway that twists toward a big house set back away from the street behind a fenced-in yard. He obnoxiously honks his horn and proceeds to hold it down. An older man, probably in his 50s, comes rushing out of the house in Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, crocks, and thigh-high white socks. "That isn't him, is it?"

"Yeah, he's a nerd, and I used to pound his ass in high school, but being an adult comes with bullshit laws, so i can't do that anymore," Huck says.

Nicole snorts. "You used to pound his ass? I always took you as a Straight Rights sort of guy."

"Wha? Oh, fuck you," he actually guffaws. "Get out of my truck," he says, rolling his window down. "Here's your doll. Two hours and I'll be back. I expect she'll have my baseball cards when I get her."

Nicole hesitates only for a moment. She knows she doesn't have a choice. Slipping the bathrobe over her shoulders, she breathes in, opens the door, and steps out. She chooses the door and, through the window, says "Two hours."

"Need to mind your calendar," he says, slamming the truck in reverse. Nicole stands in the middle of the driveway barefoot in her bathrobe.