Chapter 35: Plan Needed

Inside, Mia was bustling around getting out drinks for everyone. Then she approached Willie and Tricia.

“We all sleep naked, so our usual thing is to dry off with a towel out here and later just go to bed. I have a couple of robes you can wear instead.”

“Not necessary,” they each said.

“What would you like to drink?”

“If you have a soda with no caffeine like 7-up or Sprite, that would be good. It’s too close to bedtime for me to get twitchy. Otherwise, ice water.”

Willie said, “Unlike my friend, I’m not sensitive to it, so any kind of soda works for me.”

“Good. I’ll see what I have.”

Mia returned. “I have something new that was on sale for cheap. It’s called ‘Starry’, but it has a ton of caffeine so I’m giving the Starry to iron-guts. Tricia, here’s your ice water.”

Willie stuck her tongue out at Mia, playfully. Then turned to Tricia.

“Hey, sweetie, wanna sit like a lesbian?”

“Wha?”

“Here, you and I on the couch together, just like this.”

She pushed her knees apart, so Tricia copied her, except she put one leg OVER her partner’s leg, so they were hip to hip and then, kissing. Again, Gabe and Jul were compelled to look away instead of leering, fearful that erections would be taken as disloyalty. The two pussies on display seemed to be calling to them psychologically, like the Sirens of mythology.

Lucia walked into the room and scowled.

“Fucking hell, you two. That’s really not fair to the guys. Put yourself away for a little while, please. We already know how beautiful you two are. Don’t tease them; they need to think. Those private security goons are coming back, aren’t they?”

“Sorry, fellas. The show’s over for tonight. Some other time, maybe.” Willie grasped Tricia’s knee, aligning it with its companion, and then closed herself up, keeping her knees together.

“Julián, you have a thoughtful expression on your face. Do you have a plan?”

“Not a plan, Willie, but I have an idea. First, I have a question, and I want you to think very carefully about your answer, please. This is a thought experiment. Suppose that in a short period of time, Tricia gained a significant amount of weight, say 40 pounds. She has a swollen face, her belly hangs down over her pubic hair, and her ass is flabby. On top of that, she has big trouble with her eyesight and her feet, which means she can barely walk. She needs help with everything, and you are pushing her in a wheelchair or she’s using a walker when you’re out in public.

“When all of this comes to pass and she is depending on you, will you still love her?”

By the time he got to the final question, Tricia was about to keel over from imagining herself in such a terrible state. She was sure her heart stopped beating when he posed the question to Willie, afraid for her answer.

“Of course I would.”

Tricia burst into tears, leaned over, and crushed Willie in a sideways hug, her ear pressed into her shoulder and her tears leaking onto her bare tits.

“But why?”

“Willie, you just found out you have an older cousin, Tracey, who needs to move in with you. She’s suffering from severe diabetes. She’s been overweight—check that—been FAT all her life, and now she’s reaping the results of her past life.

“When Tricia becomes Tracey, her face is going to be rounder, her eyes will be a different color, and her hair will be white. Diabetes has destroyed sections of her retina, the back of her eye, so she’s too blind to drive safely.

“The disease has caused so much damage to her feet that she cannot walk unaided. Gabe is going to build ramps over your front steps and threshold so Tracey’s wheelchair can go in and out. We’re going to rent a van so you can transport her around along with her chair and walker.”

Tricia made the first comment.

“I can appreciate the thought that went into this. I think this plan has a good chance of working. I also hate it. Before we commit to this, I think we need another plan. You might say, a plan ‘B’ to consider.”