Taken
Copyright© 2017 by Banzai Ben
Chapter 47
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 47 - The final book of the banzai Ben saga
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Present – Ben, Mabel and Thom – Making lunch
We arrive back at the cabin and the lunch lines are already forming. I look at Mabel and comment, “You were sure right about how impatient people are about their food.”
Mabel confirms, “That was one of the things I disliked about the restaurant: People often complaining their food took too long.”
I smile and respond, “Well, you won’t have to deal with that anymore. Was there anything else you disliked about the restaurant?”
Mabel questions, “Why would you like to know?”
I grin and reply, “Now that we have you back, I want to make sure you’re not offended because we like you and want you to stay.”
Mabel grimaces and admits, “Yes. Some of the restaurant customers demanded to ‘see the chef’ but when I cook I never feel like I’m presentable enough to be seen by the public.”
Thom walks up to my window and asks, “Do you need any help bringing the groceries?”
I want to swear but bite my tongue and reply, “Sure, but know it’s going to take some time before we’re ready to eat.”
Thom glares at me and responds...
I sure as hell don’t like waiting for my food, so I complain, “Ben, perhaps you could be more organized about this.”
Ben glares at me and shocks me with his reply, “Thom, if you feel like that perhaps you can now find your own damn food to eat.”
I look at Mabel and thank God she has mercy on me and says, “Now Ben, don’t be crabby?”
Ben replies, “Mabel, I’m not crabby but sometimes I get tired of the constant complaints I hear.”
Thom apologizes and redirects my attention, “Sorry Ben, I didn’t mean to insult you. How about I help cook lunch?”
Now it’s Mabel’s turn to complain, “Thom, I’m not sure that I want you helping in the kitchen.”
Thom demands, “Why the hell not?”
Mable explains, “I already have Ben helping and you know what they say, ‘too many cooks spoil the broth.’”
Present – Samantha, Mike and John – heading to the cabin
Mike complains, “Hey, I don’t like the fact that you called Stacy and ratted me out.”
I counter, “Mike, you work for me, not the other way around.”
John interjects, “Mike really makes me appreciate Victor.”
Mike demands, “Who the hell is Victor?”
I inform him, “He was my previous bodyguard and did a hell of a job without insulting anyone.”
Mike whines, “Hey, I sure as hell don’t need this bullshit.”
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