Bully Next Door

“What’s not to love?” Hector asked.

“Did you not see the guy moving into my house?” Verity asked.

The guy in question came out of Verity’s house, his sleeves rolled up, showing off some impressive ink.

“What did you say he did again?” Hector asked.

“He’s a teacher at the local high school.”

“Oh, crap, you don’t think that … do you think houses could break up relationships?” He hadn’t considered that option.

Hector watched as the teenage daughter suddenly slipped on something. It wasn’t cold or icy. The sun was shining down, and he didn’t for a second understand what the girl had slipped on, and from the look on her face, neither did she.

The teacher put his box down and went to the girl.

“Oh, shit,” Hector said. “You’re thinking the teacher and the … you know.”

“Hell, yeah.”

Hector turned to see the older woman, Elizabeth, suddenly appear. “Now this one is going to be good.”

Verity looked at him with a frown.

“It’s a long story. One I will tell you about on the way home.” He helped Verity into the car, and Elizabeth raised a brow. “Call me if anything happens.” He nodded to the house.

Hector wanted to know what the houses had cooked up for that because he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t happy. He was.

Pulling out of the street, he held Verity’s hand and knew whatever the future held for the new people moving in, the houses knew what they were doing.

The End