“I think I might go out for a walk.” You tell Amelia. “Want to come along?”
She shook her head vigorously, still curled up in her ball and refusing to look you in the eye.
“Oh come on Amelia! You'll have to go outside eventually, come out with me?" You offered again, but she just shook her head again. "Suit yourself. See you later.” You leave but teasingly leave the door open a little, knowing she'd have to get up to close it.
You want to appriciate the nice day, but you can really only focus on the lawn. It was overgrown and shaggy looking. You make a mental note to mow it later today, but then you realize you might be able to get it cut for free. You even have an inkling of a perverse idea, but you should consult Amelia first.
Walking through the neighborhood, you see Mrs. Haverson in her front yard, telling off a couple of kids. They seem to be in trouble for just skateboarding on her walkway. While Usually you might have just walked away and ignored this, the fact that she was picking on kids rubbed you wrong and now you had the power to do something about it. Mrs. Haverson was a notorious gossip. Everyone knew that she loved talking about things and people that didn't concern her. She was divorced from her husband and her two daughters already moved out. She lives alone with her cats and nobody in the neighborhood likes her. She must've finished yelling at the kids, because when you looks back at her, the kids were gone and she was on her knees in her garden.
You walk up to her sneakily. You lean over and block the light. She looks up casually and yelps in surprise. Her trowel spills dirt all over her pristine white shirt.
“Hello Mrs. Haverson. How are you doing today.” You politely ask.
She clutches her chest but responds with one of those fake smiles that never quite reach her eyes. “I am fine Mr. Jacobs. Just doing some gardening before some company comes over. You scared the life out of me, you know. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. My shirt if all dirty now. Just you wait until I-"
“Oh, Mrs. Haverson, I have a deal to offer you.” You cut her off rudely.
“Yes?” She replies curiously, though with annoyed eyes.
You put on a smile as fake as hers as you offer your ultimatum. “Yes. If you never speak again, you may keep wearing clothes. AS many or as little as you'd like, in fact. But if you speak even a single word ever again, you will have to stay naked for the next twenty-four hours from the moment you stop speaking-"
"B-b-but that's outrageous!" She stammers out. Then she gasps and you grin as her hands shakily began to unbutton her shirt.
"I'd make your words count, Mrs. Haverson. Have a good day!" You taunt as she quickly got up and ran to her door, her shirt unceremoniously thrown away. "I hope you enjoy your company." You say to yourself, chuckling at your rough justice.
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