No thought goes into it, I simply act as I slam my fist against the switch plate and turn the lights on and off in a quick sequence. That gets their attention. I fling the door open so hard it crashes into the wall with a bouncing thud. They all stare in my direction, mouths open in fear instead of pleasure, but nobody moves. I want them the fuck out of here, now. I march over to where his shoes are carelessly discarded and throw them onto the porch one after another, then I grab hers. Finally, their lust-addled minds catch up and register the danger.
We love a jealous man (and he’s a ghost)
