Mike woke up to the sound of a lawnmower. It was sunday morning and someone in the trailer park yhad decided it was time for yardwork. He groaned and rolled over. Figuring it was a good idea to give Jillian a day to cool off after their date, Mike had hung out with Ike and Chase last night. They had cruised around town in Chase's car, knocking back brews and talking shit. They both asked him if Jillian had put out yet and Mike regretfully told them she hadn't, though he figured it would be soon. Unsure how long he and Jillian had been together in this new reality Mike had figured it was best to be noncommittal.
The guys busted his balls about it a little, especially Chase, who was fucking Tiffany now that Mike was done with her. Ike agreed, "Moose, you gave up the sure thing for a tease!" Grumbling that it wouldn't be long before Jillian put out, Mike had grabbed another brew, little realizing that at that very moment Jillian had indeed been putting out - - for Zoe. And so went the rest of the night, crusing and brews, tossing the empties at people's mailboxess and trashcans, idling past the handful of bars they still couldn't get into and the sole strip club downtown of which they had only heard stories.
They dropped him off at his house. He was probably still cool to drive his truck, but best not to take chances. If his Mom was still up and he came in, smelling like beer, keys in hand, she would probably smack him silly. He flopped on his bed, still in his shirt, jeans, and shoes. His sleep was deep and dreamless. Except for one time in the early morning when he woke up, thinking he had heard some noise. Deciding it was nothing he went back to snoring.
The lawnmower continued to growl, getting further away and then coming back. It sounded close, irritatingly so. Must be old man Higgins, two yards down. Mike sat up in bed, grouchy, and shouted, "Goddamn lawnmower!"
Mike coughed. His throat was tight with sleep. His voice sounded strange. Mike tried again, "Fucking old man... What? Oh no, oh god!"
Leaping out of bed, every inch of her bosomy, well-built body jiggling, the tall, blonde girl that had once been Mike "Moose" Matthews shrieked in horror.
