I arrived on the front porch of the cabin at 8:03 pm. Checking the door it was open. I stepped inside. I made my way to the pantry and checked for Doritos. Check.
I then went to the fridge and checked for Mt. Dew. Very low. Must mean he was or had been here. Papers strewn around the cabin floor. Check.
I didn’t notice any of the wood carved into. Nothing that read SHOOTER. He must have repaired that. Keep it on the down low. I went to the side of the kitchen obscured to the outside windows and took off my camo gear. I had to search the upstairs.
I climbed the steps and heard the sound of water ………and singing! YES! He was here!! I listened and made my way to the entrance of the bathroom. I wanted to listen to him sing just a little longer.
Then, I made my move. I spoke confidently ” Here I was coming for Mr. Depp AKA Mort and you are thinking more Rum Diary shower. Very very HOT! The singing stopped and I opened the shower door to see my man in all his glory! To which he promptly hopped out and screamed!
This was a surprise to me. I wasn’t sure what to think, but I stood there with my biggest smile on my face and started to make some assessments
Hair Plugs: $10,000
Gym Membership $150 per month]
Therapy: $125 per hour.
Doable – not sure he’ll make the short list. He forced me by gun point – rifle actually out of the house. He even declined my request for a Mt. Dew.