Day 2 - The Johnsons

Adam Smith

I would have to go slow. I monitored them in my locked control center. I watched their daughters shower like a creep, their firm and supple body moisten by the water and opening their mouths on the shower head and taking it in their mouth. Their parents were in their room arguing about what to do from what I can sense.

The next day, I would test out the effects of the serum and how fast it worked.

At lunch, there was a spread of canned corn beef, which was liberally seasoned and more leftover instant mashed potatoes, and another large pitcher of water and I had my own pre-filled glass of untainted water, I asked Mr. Johnson, “Mr. Johnson, how about you give me the gun? It has no bullets as you already know and I can put it away for safekeeping.”

He again thought about it. It looked like he was working out a complicated problem. He then said, “All right sure, just make sure it’s safe and I can have it back.”

“You have nothing to worry about Mr. Johnson," I said and put the gun away.

I pushed my luck. “Cadence may I say you look great for a woman your age.”

“Why thank you, Adam. I work hard at it.”

Mr. Johnson looked at me, his face working again but said nothing.

“You must do yoga and other exercises. I can teach you some stretching exercises that will really help you with that.” I said cheerfully.

Again, the look of Mr. Johnson. His daughters just ate away like I said nothing.

“Will you?” Mrs. Johnson thought, "Well maybe.”

“Okay, you know where to find me.” At that, we laughed together and ate the rest of the meal.