"No s.h.i.+t you will, a.s.shole. And you'll pay every cent until my Ford looks brand new again, you hear me? Now, go get your checkbook! I don't know what kind of a.s.shole doesn't even have insurance, but you will pay the whole d.a.m.ned thing."

Mr. Lopez disappeared inside his house, before reappearing moments later with what looked like a stack of bills in his hand. It was a healthy looking stack, clearly hundred dollar bills, and quite a lot of them. Whatever his job was, it clearly paid well!

He began to count out the bills until he reached two thousand dollars. "There's two thousand. That should be plenty."

The white haired man began to calm down, his eyes widening as he took in each successive hundred dollar bill. "I don't know. You destroyed my entire headlight, and my b.u.mper is hanging. It will take a few thousand just for the b.u.mper alone, you know!"

It was at that point that Mr. Lopez leaned in, saying something too quietly for Stephen to pick up. However, after he was done talking, the tone of the white haired man changed considerably.

"Now, now, there's no need for that! This money should be fine." He walked quickly away, getting back into the driver's seat of his car and turning on the engine. Letting the window roll down, he yelled out to Mr. Lopez one more time, "You're lucky I'm a good Christian, pal!" before speeding off.

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"I wonder what he said," said Stephen, quietly, watching the busted up Ford beat a hasty retreat.

Grace looked at him, before answering his question, "He threatened him with a knife. He told that man if he didn't accept the payment and go away now, he would find a number of interesting places to stick it in him."

Stephen looked over at Grace in shock. "Weird Mr. Lopez said all of that? To stab him with a knife?!"

Grace just nodded. Well, that explained why the white haired man made such a quick getaway. Still, Stephen couldn't help but think he may even be a little bit justified, with the white haired man's aggressive and demeaning behavior. He shrugged it off, carefully filing it away mentally as never to mess with Mr. Lopez.

"Come on, Grace, let's get out of here. We still have a couple hours before mom gets home from work," he said finally, gesturing for Grace to follow him.

She turned her attention back to him, a sultry smile appearing on her lips. "Do I feel a wish coming?"

"It hardly needs to be a wish I think, but I wish to make love to you for the next hour," Stephen chuckled.

"Done!" Grace smirked, leading him firmly by the hand into the house. The door shut with a heavy bang, shutting out the outside world. Yet, what the couple didn't know, was that they were being watched. Henry Lopez was watching them from the porch of his house. And he had a deranged look on his face.