Bree runs out into the living room to offer Richard a sandwich, but instead it is a very creepy man standing there, having "mistaken" Bree's Museum Of WASP Alcoholism for the halfway house, and then "mistaking" Bree for his next rape victim. Bree mistakes "standing there looking terrified" for "defending herself in any way," but luckily Richard appears and intimidates the man out of the house. This is what's known as the law of prima nocta, which says that if you are going to enter somebody's house unwanted and then rape them, you must accede to the wishes of any people who were previously doing that. Richard sticks his tongue in Bree's ear, because as any dating expert can tell you, "nearly raped by a homeless ex-convict" is a good time to make your move.
Bree asks Richard to leave several dozen more times, explains that she is not interested in his hotness or paternalistic patriarchal rapist bullshit, and then gives in and sucks his dick because it's easier than fighting. Just kidding! That won't happen until next year. For now, she just stares at Richard as he informs her -- one fist balled up at his side, ready to lay down some frontier justice -- that he will... Not be leaving her house. What is up with this motherfucker? God, I hate Bree. Get out your gun and shoot it into his foot. He is an intruder.
While the Mayoral fanbase assembles, and the leather bears of Hydrangea prepare their weaponry, and the meddling assholes of Wisteria prepare to whine, and Paul prepares for whatever the hell is the point of any of this, and Bree leaves any number of men standing around her house menacingly, and Susan prepares to involve herself in yet another fucking situation that has nothing to do with her, Tom heads over to yell at Renee to quit being in love with him and telling Susan about it. "You clearly don't understand what an asshole she is," or something along those lines. "She cannot be trusted with even basic information." Like, how much of an asshole? "Susan thinks you should sell your house and leave Wisteria Lane. And I agree." Oh, that much of an asshole: The kind that threatened to go to your wife unless you forced her best friend to sell her home.
Gabby's headed outside to "watch," note, not "take part in" the protest, and this is the kind of shit she says to her daughter: "Stay in your room and look after your sister. And don't get into those cookies I made. Those are for after supper, and yes, I counted them." Do you really need a switched-at-birth scenario to activate Juanita's rage? That was the most hatefully bad parenting, in the smallest number of words, that I've ever heard. And it doesn't matter anyway, because guess what Juanita's doing over and over instead of having fun or doing normal kid things? Reading that letter.