It's only been an hour and you're already sick of waiting. There's a size changing remote control sitting on your lap, ready to be tested, yet you're lounging on the couch, watching some pointless reality show to kill time. Patience has never been your strongest attribute. Two women are bickering about floor tiles on the television when the front door knob rattles. You jump to your feet while simultaneously hiding the remote in your pocket. Allison walks in wearing a charcoal skirt and blazer combination, briefcase in one hand and her keys in the other, then she kicks the door shut with one high heeled foot.
"Hey," she says, a little confused, "what are you doing up?"
In an attempt to play it cool, you tell her, "Just seeing what's on. Enjoying the peace and quiet."
"Yeah," Allison nods,"I can understand that."
You slip your hand into your pocket and watch your stepmother move across the room. She tosses the briefcase down on the recliner, massages her neck, then relaxes her stiff shoulders. You ask her, "So, um, what are you doing home?"
"There was a power outage. Took out everything, including the servers, so nobody can process orders until it comes back on. Cynthia said there was no sense hanging around the office, so everyone took the rest of the day off." Lifting her eyebrows, Allison adds, "Much needed, too. Those people are driving me up a wall anymore."
"Oh yeah? So you're not going back in?"
The woman turns and starts toward the kitchen. "Nope, I'm done for the day. Going to get changed and do absolutely nothing until it's time for dinner."
Following behind your oblivious stepmother, you pull out the remote and let it hang at your side. You wait until she's bent over, browsing the contents of the refrigerator with her round, firm ass sticking out at you, then you point the gun at the right cheek. This is going to be worth the wait.
"Are you hungry? I was thinking about making some eggs and toast. Might fry up this bacon before it goes bad too."
"No, I'm okay," you grin, pressing your thumb into the...