"Alright, looking for 2368...." Rebecca murmured to herself as she turned down the street Jessica and her husband lived on. The navigation console the Charger came equipped with alerted her that the "location" she had selected was "point five-four" miles down the road. Driving a little under the speed limit as there wasn't another vehicle in sight at the moment, Becky kept the Charger creeping, eyeballing the numbers that were painting, and sometimes nailed, on the house markers.<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip as she ran through the 2200 block and into the 2300... Then brightened as she saw the number she was finally looking for. "Ah!" She called out. "2368. Here we go," signalling her turn, she slowed down and made the left hand turn into Jess and Jeff's driveway. The dark pavement took her up through a well-manicured lawn and to the front of an attached garage. She knew the couple was expecting her soon, so she didn't worry about the early hour as she put the car into park and shut off the engine.<br/><br/>One more time, Becky checked her make up and hair in the rearview mirror before grabbing her black leather purse and exiting the vehicle. She raked her eyes over the beautiful house as she closed the car's door behind her and stepped around the back of the vehicle. "What a gorgeous front garden..." She murmured softly as she palmed the keyfob and paused for a moment. Deciding against pulling out that heavy suitcase once more and instead deciding to sweetly ask Jeff to haul it inside for her, Becky continued around the car and up the walk to the home's front door.<br/><br/>Made of beautiful solid oak, Becky raised her fist to knock, but spotted a doorbell first. "I hope they're awake..." She said softly before pressing the small white button. Becky stepped back as she heard a distant "bing bong" inside. As she started to pay further attention, she also heard...more. Her brows furrowed as she made out the sound of a steady banging. Like a piece of furniture... was steadily... being slammed up against....<br/><br/>Next, a woman's cries of pleasure reached her ears. "Oh!" Becky said, dropping the keys from her hand in a bit of shock. A man's groan echoed through the house next. "Oh God!" Becky whispered out, bending down to scoop up the keys she had just dropped. She had obviously just interrupted a little morning delight. She bit her lower lip and glanced around, as if trying to decide what to do. She'd already rung the doorbell! She couldn't very well run now...