BARE HUNTER

SANDY

Okay, Tim-Tim, you’ve had a big day, I’ll make you a bubble bath, you bring your dinosaurs. Then, it’s off to bed, kiddo,” I suggested. While I helped Timmy in the bath, Doug made himself useful by repairing the leaky drain in the kitchen sink, using some old caulk he found in a closet. He couldn’t stand to sit around twiddling his thumbs and he liked repairing things. Worked for me.

He stuck his head into the bathroom and told Timmy he had to learn how to fart in the bathtub if he was going to be a man when he grew up. Timmy proudly produced a noisy stream of bubbles and they both laughed like hyenas together at my disgust.

“Thank you, Dr. Spock. Thank you,” I commented to Doug.

He shook his head and said, “Dr. Spock? The alien guy?”

“Seriously? You don’t know who Dr. Spock is?”

“No, but you can show me later,” he hinted with a wink, leaving me to finish Tim’s bath.

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DONNIE

“Nice, Teddy. Even your ex is hot,” I whispered, putting the binoculars down for a minute to adjust my bandage. Stupid son of a bitch, Fred left a hole in my arm. Fortunately, it didn’t hit an artery. But it hurt like hell and bled all over the place until I wrapped it good.

The mom was giving her kid a bath. Maybe she’ll get in with him and give me a show. Shit, where’d that big dude come from? I’ll wait here and see if she comes back for a bath herself. I got all night. I popped a Bud and slugged it down, replacing the fluids I bled out after the disaster in the woods. I only turned the truck’s ignition on occasionally, because this old rattletrap would wake the whole neighborhood.

There were a couple of cop cars cruising the area earlier. Haven’t seen one for an hour, though. Maybe they were just doing routine shit. I settled in, waiting for a good show. The mom finally came back and undressed in the bathroom. Nice titties. Too bad I’d have to come back another time for her with that big guy hanging around.

With my good arm, I jerked off, watching her through the steamy window as she soaped up those juicy tits.  Shit. There’s that guy again. Damn it. He’s getting a good feel toweling her off. Lucky fuck. So much for fun with Mommy tonight.

I checked my notes about all of Ted’s people and found another promising address, “215 Albany Street." I cleaned the cum off my leg with a couple napkins and backed over someone’s rose bush when I headed toward Albany Street. It was 8 PM when I swung past 215 Albany. Looked like the backyards butted up against each other. I parked on the street behind 215, where I could get a clear view of the back of the house, and then checked for messages from the General. Nothing yet. He was waiting for a progress report. I wasn’t contacting him until someone on his list was dead. He didn’t like fuck-ups.

The house was dark with only one vehicle in the driveway. Teddy was busy in the woods with Fred, so I figured she must be alone. The adrenaline rush from chasing Ted through the woods had crashed leaving me exhausted. Plus, the hole fuckin Fred had put in my arm wasn’t helping. I popped another beer and dug through the console for some of that Thorazine I’d been spiking Ted’s drinks with. The gunshot wound was burning like hell, making my mind fuzzy. Couldn’t have that, so I swallowed a tablet, washing it down with the rest of my beer. Then, leaned back in the driver’s seat to rest my eyes.