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The mother and daughter duo rushed back across the street with Ms. Watson dragging Elaine along as if she were small child. Elaine looked over her shoulder at Brianna and smirked flipping her the bird. She then glanced at me and gave me a devious smile that made me warm. Elaine Watson was getting more interesting.

I watched the Watsons until the vanished into their home. I was tempted to revisit Elaine again. The thought of her naked was getting me hard. My thoughts were snapped when Brianna bellowed, "I'm going to beat your ass Barron!" I turned and saw that my lovely neighbor had regained herself and was now standing at the foot of my porch. Her fists were clenched and her mascara ran down her cheek while her lips were snarl. She looked like a psycho.

"I hope not as bad as what Elaine Watson did to you," I quipped. I couldn't help myself.

"You little shit!" she growled and charged.

I stopped time. Brianna was time-suspended in mid-stride on my porch steps. She was actually a few inches off the ground due to how my watch had stopped her and how fast she was moving. Her fists were up and her face was masked in rage but her big green eyes were blank.

I grabbed her by her top and pulled her on to my porch. She floated more than dragged over the ground. Once she was in front of me, I couldn't help but stare at her chest. Looking up at her face, I was taken aback by the look of rage. I quickly gave her smiling expression, it did not look natural in her face but it made her look doll-like. "Much better..." I say brushing my palms together and nodding. "Now back to business..." I then say as I start to undress Brianna, this was years of in the making.