Timepiece
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
Seven said, “I know the lottery is the way most of you people account for your money.”
Wendy shrieked!
“Oops! Sorry about that,” the Powers that Be said in harmony. “Where are you going?”
Wendy was heading for the bedroom door. “You scared the pee right outta me. I need to change panties.”
“Want company?”
“No,” Wendy said, just as the bedroom door closed. It’s not like I’m going to the ladies room in a bar. I don’t need company at home.
Okay, thought the Powers, You people are weird.
Wendy shrieked again. STAY OUT OF MY MIND!
We can’t. You need to learn to block.
Wendy came storming out, fresh panties in hand, “You mean, it’s possible to put up a mind block?” She sat on the couch and slipped on the undergarment. She smoothed the fabric and checked for fit, stood and shook the skirt down and continued, “How do I look?”
“Yes, and great,” said self-appointed spokesperson Seven, “Going someplace?”
“Girls night out,” said Wendy.
The Powers discorporated ... un-incorporated ... discombobulated ... separated into their several parts.
The girls, Seven, Five, Three, Two and One, said, “May we come? Please?”
The guys, Six and Four, asked, “Where’s David? We’ll keep him company.”
“Gods!” Wendy said, “That is sooo disgusting. Ya’ll make me want to puke when you do that.”
“We haven’t had a good time with the girls since ... since ... forever, we wanna go too,” said Seven.
“Promise you won’t cause any trouble?”
She got five nods.
So, the five women, dressed in the latest dance fashion, piled in the Dodge Town Wagon, along with Wendy, driving, and Annabelle, shotgun, and headed out. They were going to Alice’s Restaurant, a sprawling five story dance and concert venue featuring five live bands, male strippers, exotic drinks and great fun ... if one likes that sort. A four star in Grand Rapids between two hotels, Wendy had already called ahead for reservations and rooms ... she checked and increased her reserves. She was planning on spending Sunday recovering. Annabelle had the very best of official fake ID’s and looked the part, while Seven brewed up passports and licenses for everybody else.
David:
I was fishing; Coho salmon ... or so I said. I had the tackle and the license, but mostly I was napping in the chair with a bare hook in the water. Being a multi millionaire is hard work and I ... Okay ... I was fishing. Sometimes the brain stops ... it’s nice to be able to afford the down time. I was planning on surprising Wendy and Annabelle later, but Six and Four were waiting at the dock ... and they had plans for me.
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