Controll, Ch 6, Cheyenne
The boys do some work for the neighbor
We banged on the door and then tried the doorbell. I knew she was home alone because I watched her husband leave with a golf bag. Standing there for several minutes, David asked, “Are you sure about this? She probably chickened out.” “That would suck,” James grunted, “I even took a shower before I came.” “Damn,” I laughed, “And it’s not even Sunday. Let’s check around back.” “You motherfuckers better not be fucking with m...