“So she just had it with her?” When the rest of the family got back to the house, Shark questioned his parents about Sagebear’s new blanket. Sagebear herself just happily rubbed her face on it.
“Yup, she did!” Blaise answered him while she pulled out a dog treat for Sagebear. “No one else was with her, so we don’t know where she got it from.”
As Sagebear was relishing her gift, Sinbad and his family were outside grilling burgers for dinner. Harwood finally had the decency to put some pants on, as he supervised his two kids cooking a mixed batch of seven burgers.
“I hope these don’t come out tasting like ass,” Marc said as he flipped the two vegetable burgers he had separate from the others.
Harwood just shrugged. “I’ve seen people eat worse. Once, when I was ten, I saw a man cut off his own nipples and eat them. Then he tried to deep-throat his own foot.”
This disturbing admission got Sinbad and Marc to both look up at their father incredulously. It seemed that neither of them could believe he just said that.
Keeping a straight face, Harwood did his best to explain. “Laolao and Gonggong lived next to a lot of disturbed people.”
Trying not to be too grossed out by what they just heard, Sinbad and Marc just kept cooking until everything was done. After Sinbad cut up the smallest one, they all went back inside.
“Just what is this town coming to?!” Catarina shouted as she stabbed her fork into the turkey cutlet currently on her plate. “First those wretched hillbillies arrive, then filthy dogs show up in the streets!”
Renauld tried not to look at her as he and Sebastian ate. “You know complaining about it will do no good, Catarina. Try not to let it get to you. They’ve meant no harm to you and your family.”
“That doesn’t matter to me!” Catarina banged her fist onto the table, startling Sebastian. “They’re no good, disgusting cretins here to destroy our wonderful little town!”
At this, Renauld just facepalmed. Deciding not to argue with his wife any further, he just went back to eating.
He didn’t ignore the way Sebastian’s expression fell, though.
Sagebear was still licking her lips after dinner, eagerly tasting the hamburger morsels still on them.
She lay on her new blanket on top of Dennis and Blaise’s bed. Dennis couldn’t stop petting her long enough to lay down and sleep.
“Did you have a good day today, puppy?” Sagebear thumped her tail happily against the bed in response. Dennis chuckled when she did. “I’m glad you did.”
Blaise just sat next to him for a bit before joining in on the petting. “Aw, yer a great dog, aren’t ya, little girl?”
Barking to answer her, Sagebear then rested her head onto the blanket, indicating it was time for sleep.
Dennis and Blaise then followed suit. Neither of them could predict what would soon happen.
Giggling over Sinbad rubbing his cheeks on his chest, Shark tangled his fingers into Sinbad’s hair.
It seemed he was still feeling down over Marc’s obliviously unflattering portrait of him. To try and fix this, Sinbad promised to show just how much he enjoyed Shark’s ample chest.
“Yeah,” Sinbad groaned out, “I love me some muscle-titties. Almost as much as I love the guy they’re attached to.”
Shark blushed at this, and leaned back so Sinbad could wrap his arms around him. He absolutely loved the amount of heat being generated from the both of them.
Then Shark tilted his head back, and closed his eyes. He tried to lose himself in the moment, only to be jolted by a loud slamming.
Harwood and Marc were yanked out of a sound sleep when they heard screaming from downstairs. Marc was so taken off guard, he pulled his breathing machine off the nightstand.
“What the…?” Pulling the bedsheet around himself, Harwood got to his feet and looked out into the hallway. Marc ran to his side, yanking his breathing mask off its machine in the process.
Dennis, Blaise, and Sagebear were already clambering down the stairs. When Harwood got a better grip on his bedsheet, he and Marc ran downstairs behind them.
The sight that all of them came upon was a frightening one. Shark and Sinbad were on their bed, recoiled in horror at what was on the floor.
On the floor was a woman lying face-down. A large butcher knife was in her back, lodged quite deeply in. The blood already pooling around her indicated she’d just died.
Sinbad relaxed a little before making a rather inappropriate quip.”Well, that was a hell of a cockblock.”
Standing up off the bed, Shark just ran over to the phone on the wall and called the police.