Lincoln opened his bedroom door on a sunny Sunday morning, and Lynn was there, grinning. He jumped back, and she stepped forward, her fist raised and an evil smile on her face. "Two for flinching!" She punched his arm twice in rapid succession; felt like someone shot him with a .50 cal.

"Stop!"

She chuckled mean-spiritedly and took off down the hall while he rubbed his sore arm. He was getting really sick of this: Lately, every time he turned a corner, Lynn was there, waiting to wail on him. "Two for flinching! Two for flinching! Two for flinching!" Sometimes he didn't even flinch and she still hit him. It was getting out of control.

Sighing, he went into the bathroom and just taking his thing out when the shower curtain ripped back. He fell back a step, his heart rocketing into his chest. Lynn jumped out and hit him twice; he lost his balance and fell with a strangled cry, the back of his head bouncing off the hard tile floor. "Two for flinching!" She uttered another nasty little laugh and left Lincoln on the cold floor, his skull aching and his arm burning. "I hate you!" he screamed, jerking and kicking like a child throwing a tantrum. He sat up and hugged himself. He had to stop this. It was driving him crazy.

How could he get her to stop, though, short of...?

An idea came to him and he grinned.

He bided his time, watching her go about her day. You got something coming to you, Lynn he thought devilishly. The best part was: She had no idea.

After dinner, he crept upstairs to his parents' room and took something out of their closet. He hid in his room, the door open just enough so that he could watch the hall. When Lynn appeared at the top of the stairs, he grinned. She went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, and Lincoln put his plan into motion. He crept to the door and stood as close to it as he could. The toilet flushed, the sink ran, then the door unlocked and opened. Lynn saw him and leapt back, her eyes going wide. "Jeez, Linc! You scared the heck outta me!"

Lincoln smiled. "Two for flinching," he said, and brought the gun up.