WHO: Gilman and Susanna. WHEN: Midday on the 13th. WHERE: Out of the Woods Mobile Homes Trailer Park WHAT: Susanna forgot her keys, again. Gilman comes to her rescue, again. WARNING: A prostitute and a voyeur occupying the same space makes for some crude language and innuendo.
The weather was, as they said, cold as balls. Gilman had a warm coat, but it was old and worn out, and even though it was cold? He was one of those hot-blooded people whom cold didn’t bother until it got extreme. Currently, all the nasty slush was starting to hamper his runs, and he was close to just giving up on them until spring. The resulting, natural layer of insulation that resulted would get him through the winter. He had just got in from his run and was actually feeling overheated despite the cool, and he was stripping off his coat and his sweaty T-shirt when he heard some swearing outside. While that was hardly anything new in the park, it was a familiar voice from a familiar direction. Sitting in his trailer in jeans, boots and a wife beater, he leaned over and pulled down his grimy blinds. Sure enough, it looked like Susanna had locked herself out of her trailer. Again.
Gilman smirked and let go of his blinds, grabbed the worn leather case that contained his lockpicks, and headed out into the gloomy afternoon. He came around his trailer, with windows that, if not covered with closed blinds, were completely blacked out with what looked like actual black paint, and approached Susanna, already smiling.
“I’m going to start charging you soon,” he said, leaning against her trailer. It was cold, his breath visible, but Gilman wasn’t shivering. Yet. He had a sheen of sweat on him that was being rapidly cooled by the temperature, but it felt nice instead of uncomfortable, “And I’m expensive.”