Jack woke up feeling refreshed. Last night was weird, to say the least. Anna kissed him and then ran away like a rabbit from a wolf. Perhaps she sensed Jack's raging mini-me and escaped while she had the chance.
At least she agreed to look thoroughly into Cindy's background. Though I think she would have done that, regardless.
Anna didn't explicitly say it, but she viewed Cindy as her rival. It was good. The two could keep each other busy, watching and competing over him. That gave him more time and space to focus on seducing others.
After all, Jack meant it when he said he was a scumbag through and through.
Someone like him could never have enough women. Some women had curves, some were smooth talkers, and Jack wanted to taste them all, like a collector of sorts.
Enough wasting time. I should go check on Granny.
