Jed's Apartment
He felt a brush of air on the back of his neck, and he whipped around. Trista, his girlfriend stood behind him, dripping with water and with a towel wrapped around her upper torso. "I was in the shower," she said simply. "I heard you coming in. Are we a little high strung tonight?"

Jed felt his face grow hot as he looked over her shoulder at the gaping entrance. "I wish I'd known you were going to be home this evening," he said.

"You know the landlord's going to kill you," Trista scolded him. "This is the third time you've destroyed something in this place."

Jed nodded. Last time it had been the window that got shattered as he threw the newspaper at the paperboy after Trista had told him she'd caught the paper flying at her. She appreciated his feelings on the matter, but didn't like how he handled the situation. Breaking a window and knocking a boy off his bike in retaliation was not, she had explained, the way to handle it. "Besides," she'd said to him afterward, "I wasn't hurt. It's his job to throw the paper onto the house porches." ... Continue