"Well, hi there." She gasped in shock and spun around to find a large, strange man sprawled out on the couch, a glass of beer in his hand.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"Name's Jones. What's your name, honey?" She glared at him and strode forward. "It's not honey, for one thing. Now get your feet off the coffee table and your ass out of this house before I call the police."

"You haven't even asked me why I'm here," he smiled.

"I don't care why you're here. You had no right coming into this house uninvited." She saw now that she'd left the patio door unlocked.

"Oh come on, honey. Don't be unfriendly like that."

"Fine," she said, glaring. She went over to the phone and lifted it up. There was no dial tone. She looked at it in surprise, then at him. He grinned and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

"Did you do something to this phone?" she asked, her voice not as firm as it was before.

"Maybe, maybe not. Come and sit down and we'll talk." Instead she backed away, realizing for the first time, just how big he was. Sprawled on the couch it didn't show as well from back by the stairs.

"I said, come here," he said and suddenly he had a gun in his hand. She froze, her eyes widening and her heart beginning to pound with fear.

"Get your ass over here and sit down," he ordered. She swallowed nervously, then did as he ordered, sitting across from him.

He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing a cheap looking shirt and tight jeans.

"You're cute, you know that, honey?" She didn't answer.

"What's your name?"

"Jessica," she said.

"Jessica. They call you Jessie?" She nodded.

"Jessie, I got a bit of a problem. See, I got no place to stay tonight and here I find you with this big ol' house and nobody else here. I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."