Double Fated (Book One)

by C.K. Mullinax

  Chapter Fifty Nine

  Wally came back looking like my Poppy Bradwell…all the way to his mirrored sunglasses.

  “Can he see with those on?” I whispered because it’s nighttime.

  “They belong to your Poppy. They’re not sunshades…” she offered.

  “Never mind, silly question. He can probably see my exoskeleton while he’s got them on,” I remarked, snickering.

  Lyle had shown up, punctually. He gave Wally a nasty look, but didn’t say anything to any of us.

  G-mom yanked Lyle behind her as they left to have a two minute prayer. It looked like David manhandling Goliath. They came back one minute later. Stick kept his eyes to the ground.

  “Sit…move…stay…smile…say X…do X…” g-mom revealed.

  “What?” I inquired, experiencing the first night’s round of interpretation failure.

  “Your Whipping Boy’s commands…short list…figured he’d do better with less. I just followed the example of that microscopic mid-section of his,” g-mom declared and Wally burst out in hysterics.

  Lyle flinched, but did or said nothing. He was going to do anything we commanded.

  “The plan?” g-mom questioned me.

  “Walk in on Whipping Boy or his daddy’s arm and keep my back to the wall. Wally tells senator to purchase every girl for a party and funds the event. The financial sky is the limit. We all walk out of Perv’s Paradise with our fancy girl collection in tow. The rest of you will take things over from there,” I stated the simple version.

  “The senator is wasted. He won’t recognize you. He might not even recognize his own kid. The Polecat’s chained, posted and waiting. Your grandfather, Poppy and Taft will be meeting Doc and I inside the limo we hired for the senator to finalize our plans. Twisted papa won’t need it, anymore…right, IL M. TB?…” g-mom inquired and Lyle affirmed with a nod.

  I narrowed my gaze, perplexed.

  “I Love My Tiny Brain…even though it’s puny your W.B. is rather attached to it. Had to give him incentive to think about something that applies to a thing he values…repetition boosts memory functioning…right, IL M. TB?” she revealed and he nodded again.

  Wally was breathless from laughter. He snapped selfies on his cell with Stick’s nose shoved underneath his armpit.

  I needed to get inside before my grandfathers’ get here. G-mom told me there’s an excellent chance they will stop me from going in with just one chaperone. But, even knowing they’d be arriving any minute, she couldn’t seem to let me leave.

  She continued hugging me, kissing me and calling me her Bunny Baby. Then, she astounded me by blowing one and three right off her list, with extreme prejudice.

  “I can’t…that plan is cancelled…”

  Doc and I gasped, simultaneously.

  “Come with me…” she ordered and I followed her to hide behind a car. “Take it off…switch.”

  We exchanged outfits. She was wearing my mini-skirt and mid-rift shirt. And, I had on her pantsuit.

  “That’s better…hugs your cute little waist, but still covers your ‘fine china’…” she stated.

  “Uh, g-mom we’ve still got an issue. My mini on you is almost evening gown length…”

  “Yikes, Tiger Bunny you can’t waltz into Perv’s Paradise wearing modest capris!” she exclaimed.

  Digging through her purse, she would find a solution. She used scissors and removed my shirt sleeves. Next, she cut the capris off, turning them into short-shorts. Two quick strips of double-sided fabric tape and once again, I was dressed for the part.

  “Now are we ready? I see them!” I exclaimed, watching my grandfather, poppy and Taft as they tried to cross the busy street.

  We ran back to Doc, Wally and Lyle.

  “You stay in Wally’s arms, only. Your back stays against his chest if you want to turn around. Don’t you dare touch anything besides him! Consider yourself his beautiful appendage until you’re back in my arms…think, Tray-worthy super-glue. Or, it’s our first, no go…

  “I won’t tolerate IL M. TB touching my Tiger Bunny, ever again. I tried, but it just can’t happen…” g-mom said softly and I watched tears fill her eyes.

  “I love you, mommy. I’ll make it work…no worries. People will point and say, ‘What excellent Doc performed that permanent surgical attachment?’ But, Poppy’s almost here and…” I attempted to tell her before she interrupted me.

  “Say no more. I love you. Wally…you’re Doc. Keep my baby safe and on your person, at all times…go, now!”

  Wally winked at her. Then, he grabbed Lyle and shoved him toward the entrance to SizZle and away from me.

  G-mom’s predication came true. All three Doms saw where I was heading. They took off running for me, intent on preventing me from going inside. The crowd parted because they channeled. But, they still couldn’t get within fifty feet of SizZle – people or no people in their way.

  They doubled over from pain as the security system activated.

  I saw Doc yank them to his location with a channel and heal them, instantly.

  The five of them watched me walk away. Wally had his arm around my shoulder. I waved and g-mom blew me a kiss.

  Then, we entered the line and would wait our turn to get escorted inside the Den of Iniquity.

  “Whew, that was too close for comfort…” I told Wally.

  But, like I told Doc, close only counts in certain instances. In the end, all is how it should be.

  I’ve got a legitimate way to go inside. I thwarted three powerful, motivated Doms who wanted to prevent me from going on this outing. Wally will keep me safe…no one will touch me. If things go south, he and I will bolt outside. Trouble will follow. Even if my grandfathers’ can’t get near SizZle, my g-mom definitely can. Lyle is being my obedient Whipping Boy.

  Wally has a large amount of cash and at least four, platinum credit cards on him. The only thing we have to do is give the senator enough money to purchase all the girls for our freaky bash and we’re out.

  Easy…peezy…lemon-squeezy…

  I took in a deep, cleansing breath and held it – feeling confident that my ducks are in a row. Holding that breath helped me calm my frazzled nerves…

  But, I should have remembered my lesson from the Hook.

  The fate that happens in the aftermath of the exhale is the only one that matters.

  What I thought were little quackers in a row, turned out to be live hand-grenades disguised as duck-shaped targets at a firing range.