No response, he waited for a minute and then knocked again. This was the last straw! Did they expect him to stand here forever and freeze to death. So far, he had observed all their weird rules. “For your own good, Jimmy” they told him. The pay was good, the work was harmless. A little snooping never did anyone harm. Not that he was making much money by writing movie scripts – a profession which was a hit with the girls yes but yet to be sent to any producer and consequently yet to make money. And, of course there was the little matter of drug possession that “they” took care of.
“I am done waiting, its time to break some of these moronic rules”, Jimmy said aloud. He was not feeling particularly heroic... he just needed to pee. He took his Colt out and circled the mansion. As years of snooping had taught him – there is always a weak link. There was still one french window which was not barred. “Idiots, they really deserve this”, thought Jimmy as he smashed a pane with the Colt and forced his way in.
It was not too dark as first light was streaming in... and he could make out the outline of two doors on either side. He chose the smaller one and hallelujah! It was the place he was looking for. He rested the Colt on the flush tank and relieved himself. As he was zipping up he felt a tap on his shoulder... he picked up the Colt and turned in one motion, only to feel a fist with two large rings smash right into his face.
