Danny had been watching from down the street. He saw the Rivers and Travis families leave. When they were out of sight around the corner and had been gone for ten minutes he came out of hiding and walked down the sidewalk to their driveway. He walked up the driveway and around the side of the house to the back door.
At the back door he used silver duct tape to tape up a window pane, then broke it out with a handy brick; it made hardly any noise. He slipped latex gloves on, then reached through the opening and unlocked the door, pushed it open and entered with a large smile of satisfaction.
As he went through the kitchen he laughed maniacally. He stopped and looked at a picture of the Rivers family hanging on the wall. He lifted it off gently, then slammed it hard on the floor, shattering the glass front. He lifted the picture and tore it to shreds. He knew Judy was smirking at him!
He returned to the kitchen and looked through the drawers and cabinets. Under the sink he found a hammer and smiled with satisfaction. He returned through the house and broke everything he could strike with the hammer. He broke lamps, the stereo, the television, pictures; the coffee table then went down the hall knocking holes in the walls and ripping the sheetrock to shreds between the studs.
He entered Billy’s bedroom and demolished it. Then he took his vengeance out on Misty’s room. He stripped naked, lay on her bed and masturbated with a pair of her dirty panties. After a while he knew Misty’s scent was not what he really lusted after. He wanted Judy’s!
He lunged off the bed and went down the hallway. In one hand he carried Misty’s panties and the hammer, in the other he held his erection. In the bedroom he searched through the dresser drawers looking for the object of his desire. He found nothing!
He went into the bathroom and searched through the dirty clothes hamper. He struck gold! He found a pair she had worn the night before. They were fresh and the scent was strong. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. He ran to the bed and lying across it he inhaled deeply and stroked himself until his mind and body exploded at the same time. He screamed with the pleasure of the release, then moaned miserably with the loneliness of his lost love.
Then his anger overcame him once again and he scrambled off the bed and began destroying everything he could with the hammer. If it could be broken, he broke it with glee.
In the closet he found the two guitars in their cases and the folders of music. As badly as he wanted to he could not bring himself to damage the beautiful guitars or the music. He stroked them lovingly, strummed them gently, affectionately.
With the music he made on the beautiful Martin D-10 the beast of anger calmed and receded into submission. He laid the guitar back in its case, took the folders of music and left the room. As he went through the house he surveyed the destruction he had caused and felt no remorse; they owed him much more than this simple two hours of destructive pleasure! And he planned to collect every gram they owed him. He returned to Misty’s room and got dressed, then spent a few minutes looking at the folders of music.
“Glory be, Danny Wayne Floyd!” he whispered softly looking through the sheets of music. “Look what you done went and found! A gold mine for sure! Today’s your lucky day for sure, boy!”