"She doin' drugs."

"Connors says he's been feeding her some of those little green pills of his. Says it makes her real happy."

"Uh huh."

Paige stormed through the front door, slamming it behind her. Jeff looked up from his comic book and gazed at her mildly.

"You fucking bastard!"

"Yeeeeaaaaaass?" he asked, smugly.

"You are a dirty fucking, nasty, mean bully."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You had your goon friends beat up Dave."

"I don't know any goons."

"You are a fucking Goon!" she yelled.

"I didn't tell anyone to beat up anyone."

"Oh sure!"

"Maybe it was some junkie."

"It was John and Phil!"

"Oh them. Well, they probably don't like drug dealers anymore than I do."

"They told him they'd fucking kill him if he came near me again!"

"That was nice of them."

"You're all a bunch of brain dead jocks!"

"Oh fuck off Paige, before I take you across my knee and give you a spanking." Her eyes were bulging, and her face red. She was practically spitting mad, but he turned back to his comic and ignored her.

"I can go out with whoever I want!"

"Yeah, but he can't."

"Pig."

"Slut."

"Eat shit and die!"

"Maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap too." She stomped her foot on the rug in fury, turned and ran upstairs.

He grinned happily.

He turned the handle slowly and noiselessly, and pushed the door open just wide enough to slip inside. The room was showing the light of the pre-dawn morning as he glanced around cautiously.

The only sound in the room was the quiet, even breathing coming form the bed. He dropped to his knees and crawled over to beside it, then peered over the top at her sleeping form.

You're becoming a real professional perv' he thought.He'd turned off the air conditioning, letting the house become uncomfortably warm. Sure enough, she'd thrown off the covers, and was lying there naked. She was sprawled on her back, one foot hanging off the edge, one arm across her belly, and the other above her head.