Mr. Henderson, the old pervert next door.

After you unlocked and opened the front door, you let out a groan as you saw who it was that was interfering with your chance to control Jennifer.

It was Mr. Henderson, your old pervert neighbor.

"Hey Dustin!" he said, his usual raspy and boisterous voice immediately grating on your nerves.

Mr. Henderson was in his fifties or sixties, you never bothered to actually ask, and was an absolute pain. He was loud, obnoxious, demanding, and constantly complaining about how much worse people were now than they were "in his day" as he so often put it. If he wasn't ranting about that, it was complaining about the government tracking and watching everyone, and conspiracies about microchips in food or whatever other nonsense he could come up with. The only thing the two of you had in common was a shared attraction to Jennifer. Mr. Henderson was far more direct and aggressive about it though, often leering at her or making any excuse he could to try and touch her. Jennifer hated him with a passion and did all she could to avoid being around him, so as soon as she saw it was him she bolted for the bathroom to get to cleaning before he even noticed she had been in the room.

"What do you want Henderson?" you said with a flat tone.

"What kind of hospitality is that!? Invite me in!" he said. You knew he was a persistent old bastard, so better to invite him in and get it over with so you could focus on more important things.

"Come in Mr. Henderson, please," you said, dripping with sarcasm as you held the door open for him.

"See, that's more like it!" he said, barging in and mistaking your fake hospitality for an actual excited invitation for him to come in. He trailed dirt in on his shoes as he walked over to the couch.

"I just needed to borrow your phone for a quick call," he said while looking around. Seeing your phone sitting unlocked on the table, he bent down with a grunt and picked it up. Your heart stopped for a second as you wondered if you left the mind control app up on the phone, but you brushed the worry aside. He's an old man, he probably won't even notice the app or pay attention to anything else but his stupid phone call.

Right?