“What the fuck?” the guy screamed. “What the hell is going on?”Regan scowled. “What's your name, dipshit?”
The guy scowled right back. “Dude! You fucking wet me! What the fuck?”
Regan sprayed him again.
“I asked you a question,” he said sternly. “And I expect an answer. Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t like it when I have to repeat myself.”
“Name's Carter,” the boy said.
“And how old are you, Carter?”
“I'm eighteen.”
Regan went and turned the water off, leaving a sopping wet Carter on his lawn. “Ok, Carter,” he said when he got back. “Here's how it's gonna be. You're going to go back to where you came from, and never see my daughter again. If you come near my house again, I will call the police and have you arrested."
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