Now for the Continuation---

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Dark and very quiet



It was dark and quiet; very quiet in the house. His hair stood on end as he went from room to room kinda like the cops do in the movies only he was armed with his damned Motorola V276 cellphone- Oh, God, don't let him get started on Verizon Style customer service- not the Smith and Wesson his fingers cried out for.

The house was void of bad guys. Only Curtis who stayed upstairs and Frankie in the room next to his were in the house. He checked for missing items and, by God, they left his computer alone! He did find they took his wine bottles, DVDs and two cans of soup and tuna.

But what would poor Frankie think? His 67 year old paranoid roommate who barely spoke English had been telling him for weeks, while he locked the sliding glass door in broad daylight, “Johnny, this is a veeeery dangerous neighborhood with lots of baaad people! You mustn't leave the door open! It's veeery dangerous!”

Frankie was going to go over the edge in anxiety and panic. This is his worst nightmare come true....

Well, that was the first break-in. Two more were to follow. Those involved his own damned bedroom window being broken and them making a forced entry while he was at work. His Cadillac would be gone so they must have figured it was a good time to invade.

It was hard to free his mind of anxieties whilst sleeping next to the broken window that burglars had just entered hours before. He had to employ making up dumb reasons in his head as to why they wouldn't dare come back so soon after their crime....

The landlords took their time fixing the window. So much time, actually, that the frickin burglars came thru it again just four days later!

That pissed Vegas Baby off. He fumed for hours at work in the posh casino, wondering what the hell the landlords were thinking! Wasn't security important to them? He imagined himself icily interrogating Craig or Rhonda about their criminal negligence. What if Frankie got hurt, physically or emotionally? What were you thinking? This was inexcusable!!!

But, basically, he was a guest there, allowed to stay for hardly any rent money, a fortunate situation indeed. And he was oddly submissive in certain circumstances, a more self-respecting man would have said, the hell with it, and at least confronted them when the window wasn't fixed the next day after the burglary.

CSI Las Vegas, the model for the TV show, actually came out and took pictures of the dusty footprints on his sheets for his bed abutted the wall where the window was. They even got DNA samples from some blood one of the criminals left when he cut himself on the glass. He

Fortunately, the landlords put bars on the windows after several days of dithering about. So now Vegas Baby sleeps in relative safety.