{{The violence in this episode is mostly past and future, depending upon your beliefs concerning "ladies of the evening" and their clients.—tmw.}}
"Oh, what a day!" was the general consensus as everyone returned to the Jenkins household, where Jenny Harper was staying with her fiance Harry.
"I'm glad Huck will be all right," said Jenny, as everyone gathered together in the living room. "If he died..."
"It wouldn't of been your fault," Henry Jenkins, Senior reminded her. "But when I get a hold of that no good Dieter Wilhelm..."
"I think you'll have to get in line for that dad," replied Harry, while holding Jenny close to him.
"As long as that man sees justice! Shooting Huck to begin with is one thing, but that would be assassin shooting him thinking he was carrying out his boss' orders to kill you," fumed Harry's mother Lisa. She had already shed plenty of tears that day, and knew she would probably shed a few more before falling asleep, but not in front of Jenny, because Harry's future wife already seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders because of all of this.
"It will all be over soon," promised Jenny.
"Well, the sooner they have that man behind bars the better," was his father's only reply. Then Henry Senior couldn't suppress a yawn. "It's getting late. I'm taking your mother to bed. If we're not up for breakfast, you two have a good day at school," he added, referring to Moon Lake College, before taking Lisa's hand in his and leading them off to the master bedroom.
When they were alone, Jenny put her head on Harry's shoulder and started to cry.
"I know your parents mean well, but this is all my fault."
"No, it isn't," swore Harry, holding his future wife closer. "Our day is coming. Soon you'll be Mrs. Jennifer Jenkins, now and forever."
"Really?" asked Jenny, looking up at him with weepy eyes.
"Yes," he said, before gently wiping her cheeks dry. "Now then, why don't we go to my room and I'll show my fiance how much I love her," offered Harry.
"I'd like that, and I love you," said Jenny with a smile.
SOMEWHERE IN THE WILDS OF ALABAMA...
"That's it Jenny! Ride my cock!" shouted Dieter Wilhelm joyously, while grabbing the blonde woman with him by the waist and forcing his hard penis deeper into her.
The hooker he had picked up earlier didn't know who "Jenny" was, and didn't care as long as she was on the clock and was getting paid, but if her current client got any rougher, as she felt the skin beneath his hands being squeezed tighter...
Then, just as she felt Wilhelm's cock twitch deep inside her as the condom filled up with his semen, the cellphone on the nightstand next to the motel room's double bed began to vibrate.
"Damn. I've got to take that," realized her client as the hooker dismounted. "Go wash up or something. And toss this while you're at it," said Wilhelm, peeling the used rubber off his dick and throwing it at her.
"Yeah," he said into the phone, as Wilhelm saw the bathroom door of the hotel room close behind the hooker.
"Boss, it's Gerry. That man you wanted me to... help never showed up for the meeting," the voice on the other end said.
That meant the man who Wilhelm thought had successfully killed Harry Jenkins, eliminating the only rival for "his Jenny" was still alive somewhere. "Where are you now?"
"Outside of Portland, Oregon," was Gerry's reply.
"Stay as late as you can. You can always double back and deal with him later," said Wilhelm, knowing dead men tell no tales. "But I still need you at the Seattle Airport by Saturday morning. You got what I asked for?"
"Yes," replied Gerry, referring to the weapons and ammunition his boss wanted, considering he didn't want to risk carrying firearms in front of Jenny's family.
"Okay. I'll call you with the ETA after we take off for Washington Saturday morning," promised Wilhelm. "Just pick up the rental van I've already pre-ordered before we land and load the gear in it. Then you can drive us to this hole-in-the-wall town long enough to collect my Jenny and get her back to the airport for the flight home," he said, referring to Moon Lake and his plans to prevent the wedding of the woman who didn't love him. "After that, you can resume your hunting trip," added Wilhelm, not giving another thought to the henchman who's death he had just ordered.
When their call was finished, Dieter Wilhelm popped open another beer from his cooler, took a deep swallow of the liquor, and then shouted, "Get your ass back out here Jenny so I can fuck it and the rest of you too!"
In the bathroom, the hooker sighed and reluctantly went back to her client.