...uh...sure?

Okay, things were weird. Maybe. Mark was still not sure what was going on. The hidden camera show theory didn't seem plausible, right? It was somewhat viable when the former football player and...Jackie...were in the neighbors' yard. Now she was asking to come into his place, and Mark was fairly certain no one had snuck in and planted a bunch of hidden cameras while he was at work.

"I've got a couple in the fridge. Come on in. I've been meaning to get to know my new neighbors for a while now." He gestured back towards the back door , letting her lead the way into the kitchen.

"Oh, I've been meaning to get to know you too, Mark. I've had my eye on you since you moved in." Mark would have sworn he could hear the predatory smile on her face. Mark had about a foot and a half on this girl, and at more than 100 pounds, despite that, he was unable to suppress a nervous gulp. This girl, whoever she was, was obviously a man-eater.

Once inside, Mark grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge, popped the tops. "You are old enough to drink, aren't you?"He queried as he passed one to Jackie.

"Yes. No. Well, I will be later this year." The vixen in your kitchen says, right before taking a long pull from the bottle.

"Hmm...your parents aren't going to get angry with me for letting you drink are they?"

"Dad would have to come home to care. Mom...mom might. But then again, if she just got laid, I think she'd be a lot more chill." Jackie purred, and with no subtlety at all leveled her gaze at her neighbor's groin, licking her lips.

Still trying to figure out what was going on, Mark tried to shift conversation. At least until he could find some more solid footing for what was going on. "So, what happened to Jack? I saw him outside just a little while ago, but then there was a loud noise and he seemed to disappear."

"Jack? I have no idea who your talking about. I was out in the yard all by my self. You didn't confuse me with some boy named Jack, did you? I don't really hang out with boys anymore. I enjoy spending my time with...men more." She paused to take another pull from the bottle of beer. "Let's move this party into the living room, I want to get a little more comfortable." Jackie announced as she flounced out of the kitchen.

Joining her on the couch, Mark and Jackie got to know each other for a while. Whatever had happened this girl who, for by all appearances, just appeared when Jack disappeared, had a whole backstory. She was taking classes at the community college while living at home with her parents and twin sisters. Granted, Mark barely knew the family next door, but from what he did know, Jackie had supplanted Jack, but had NO idea who Jack was, or what had happened to him.

As the conversation progressed, Jackie got more and more friendly, leaning into Mark as her innuendo became increasingly obvious, and her flirtations more blatant.

"Whelp, this beer is tapped. Mark, may I have another, please?" Jackie asked laying on the full **** puppy-dog eyes.

"Sure, would you mind grabbing me one too?"

"_Anything _you want Mark." Jackie half-moaned as she sashayed into the kitchen. "Mark...what's with this ray gun?" As she said that, a chill ran down Mark's spine. "I can think of better toys for you to play with."

Now nervous for completely different reasons, Mark turned around and found himself starring down the barrel of his recent find. "Uh...Jackie..."