The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"
The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered