Several doors open.

As the church bitch’s screeching tires faded into the distance and Megan went to cut her run short, all at once I saw people peeking out their windows a several doors open with curious men standing outside. One of which was Stan, my neighbor across the street, who immediately broke into a grin as he realized Megan was open for business yet again. Back at the cul-de-sac, I saw Mr. Grey poke his face out behind the curtains. But the house Megan happened to be about to pass, three doors down from Stan, was owned by my neighbor Quentin, to whom I’d never spoken, and only seen once.

Quentin was a recluse of sorts, overweight, and sporting a classic neckbeard which covered his acne covered face. I guessed he was in his thirties, but had no way to know for sure. I only knew his name because Stan helped him with something once when he first moved in. He was in computers, presumably working from home because his car never seemed to leave his driveway. He must have been doing well for himself to move into this neighborhood. His yard was unkempt and his curtains were always drawn. He was something of a mystery, so it was a real surprise to see his door open.

Megan slowed and hesitated as the doors started opening and people gawked at her. Her orgasm high had clearly been crushed by Jennifer’s invectives, and she looked like she wanted to curl up in a ball and die. She slowed her job, bending forward now to cover her half-clad tits in humiliation. I could imagine tears in her eyes.

She looked at Quentin who stood, mouth agape in shock, and at Stan a few doors ahead of her, grinning like a shark and slowed to a stop. She looked towards home, directly at me in fact, and straightened up.

I suppose she was remembering her punishment for disobedience, and she knew she had clear instructions. She had a choice to make. Bolt for home and face the consequences, introduce herself to Quentin, or jog over to the now very familiar Stan.