Put on more clothes!

Tommy stepped up to the stoop from the sand and peaked over the wall into the master bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Hunter stood on opposite sides of the bed. Tommy didn’t like them because Mrs. Hunter yelled at her smarmy daughters and slapped Jeff that one time. Mr. Hunter had a heavy scratchy face and swayed from side to side every evening. Those evening he gave off a pungent sharp smell that made Tommy gag. Mommy and Daddy didn’t like them either. Mommy said they were probably going to get a divorce. Tommy didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded awful.

Mr. and Mrs. Hunter weren’t wearing any clothes. Mrs. Hunter had her backside to the window. She had a funny rear end, like the curdles of cottage cheese gone bad. Tommy gagged again. Her blonde hair wasn’t tied into a skin-tight ponytail like it usually was. She had it so tight, her eyes popped out of her head like that Martha Mitchell lady who was always yelling on TV. She looked like Martha Mitchell, too – except that Tommy liked Martha Mitchell.

Mr. Hunter faced Mrs. Hunter and he was naked, too – but he looked funny. His penis stood up all by itself, like it was Peter Pan or something. Tommy felt a wave of excitement come over him when Mr. Hunter put his leg up on the bed – and then Mr. Hunter looked out the window and saw Tommy staring at him.

Tommy ran and ran and ran back to their own cottage. “Mommy, I saw Mr. Hunter attacking Mrs. Hunter in their bedroom and then he saw me. I’m scared he’ll hurt me, Mommy!”

“I always knew they were trouble, Tommy. I think they’re headed for a divorce.”