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you. Club drugs are more his thing than
mine.” He answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
    “Did you, you know... while I was out cold?”
She asked slowly.
    “Oh God no! I am an asshole Sarah, but
not a monster. I just made sure you would miss you meeting. That's
all.” He said firmly.
    “Well, for your little chemistry experiment
on my behalf, you just earned another two hours stuck to my
client's door. Ta ta, Joey boy!” She sang, as she slipped her phone
back in her purse.
    Joe tossed his phone on the broken bag of
powdered chalk. He had underestimated this girl. Part of him was
happy to finally have a worthy adversary, and the other part was
slightly scared of what she might do next.
    A couple of days later Sarah straightened her
blouse while she took in the cool morning air. The Nickersons were
a tough couple to please. She knew that she could sell them on this
house though. If she had to hold them at knifepoint, she would get
them to make an offer! Oh man, what was she saying...?
    As the terse, young couple pulled up in their
BMW SUV, Sarah made one more touch up run on her makeup. While the
two got out of the car, Sarah strode over to meet them at the
curb.
    “Hello guys!” She offered cheerfully. “Thank
you for rescheduling on such short notice. It was crazy yesterday.”
She said with a friendly laugh that morphed into an awkward
silence.
    “Well, we are very busy people Sarah. We had
heard such good things about this housing tract, and we wanted to
give you one last chance.” Mr. Nickerson said, as he walked up the
path to the large entryway.
    Sarah followed behind them, and stared at
Mrs. Nickerson and her perfect little housewife figure. While she
was trying to comprehend how mach Pilates one has to do to keep
that kind of body, she reached into her bag to find the combination
for the lock box that held the house key.
    “Just a minute!” She said brightly, as she
thumbed in the combination.
    As the key fell into her hands, she could
feel the burning look of impatience on her back like focused
sunlight through a magnifying glass.
    “Now as you can see, the large entry....”
    Sarah's well-thought out sales pitch was cut
short by a flood of little foam packing peanuts, as they washed
down from the top of the door and settled around the ankles of the
group. The looks of startled annoyance turned to disgust, as the
Nickersons threw their hands up and made a hasty departure. Sarah
turned back to look at the wall of little foam twists, as they
stood packed inside the entry way to her biggest house. She ran
along the side yard to look in another window, only to see another
solid white mass of packing peanuts. The other windows revealed the
same view. The entire floor was packed solid with the little foam
pieces! She held out her phone and counted down in her head. “ 3,
2, 1... ”
    When the phone beeped, she answered in her
best happy voice, but it just sounded bile-filled and sarcastic
anyway. “Hey Joe. Nice stunt! I have to congratulate you on this.
It was a little juvenile, but well thought out.”
    Joe was ripping along the 210 Highway,
darting in and out of traffic like it was a mass of parked cars.
His Porsche screamed in defiance, as he down shifted and dropped
the clutch. The sound of his squealing tires could be heard as his
car wound down and shot off onto a side street. He slammed the
shift lever into another gear, and smiled to check his teeth in the
rear view mirror as the car screamed like a banshee.
    “Juvenile? Ouch Miss Bella, that was harsh.
Do you know how much planning went into that setup? I had to
consult a structural engineer and everything. I'll have you know
that the interior of the whole first floor is filled solid to the
walls. There's actually a five PSI load spread universally
throughout the walls from the packing peanuts! HA!” He bellowed to
himself, as his came to a stop in the gym parking lot. “Look, I
have a spin class to get to, but you have fun finding a group