Chapter 4: Filthy Bath Turds

“Here are your keys. Enjoy your stay. Are you sure two rooms are enough? There are no other guests and many rooms available? Well, I hope you’ll be comfortable. A/C doesn’t work, sorry. There is a fan in the room. Sorry I can’t feed you, groceries are scarce. Maybe later I can hunt something up. Literally. I hunt to eat. (grinning) but I did put some complimentary robes in your rooms, as compensation. Can’t sell them anymore, nobody to sell them to, and no money to buy with. You should have them then, for all your troubles. Tap water is safe to drink. Instant coffee packets and tea bags, sugar and creamer is in your rooms. Use microwave to heat a mug of water. No showers. Can’t afford the large amounts of hot water showers use. Each of your rooms has a grand, old, claw-footed bathtub. Enjoy a long hot soak. Use microwave to heat jug of water. Good morning ALREADY? Don’t worry about checkout times or wake up calls. Sleep all you like. Catch up on your sleep. Rest well. See you folks probably later today, or tomorrow. Tomorrow, the family will want to ask you questions, and express their thanks for returning their girl to them.” Ranger sadly adds. “What a morning.”

“See ya’ll sometime tomorrow.” Cappy, Ann and Susan disappear into their room across the hall. Their door closes with a soft click, after a short delay.

“Remind me tomorrow, to apologize to that dead Amerindian girl for forcing Ann’s company on her.” Stephanie remarks to Slim while entering their room. She hears the soft click of Ann’s door closing at the close of her remark. Yeah, you heard me Ann!

“Pick a bed Honey None. There’s the tub, enjoy yourself. I need to hook up the truck, and collect a few things. I say, probably, you have three quarters of an hour at least, with all this luxury to yourself. Look at the nice robes?”

“I like it when you call me Honey None. Better than Sweety or Sweetheart. I don’t intend to even try to act sweet. May as well get used to my piss and vinegar.”

“Vinegar? I like. On fish and chips, on greens, mixed with oil and spices on salads. Piss? Thanks for reminding me, Sweetcakes, I have to go. Bad.”

“Ladies first!”

“Too late, already got first dibs.” Slim closed the bathroom door in her face.

“You’re a bath-turd, did you know that?” None pouts. Slim laughs delighted. “I’m just floating around waiting to be noticed, so I can gross you out.”

Cappy finished closing the door and continued clipping his nails, attentively watching Susan. He always carries a clipper in his pocket. It has a built in pen knife blade and a nail file included. An eyeglasses repair kit, with several sewing needles added inside, is Cappy’s modification, cemented to the clippers with a couple dabs of epoxy putty. In all, it’s a handy kit to carry.

“Pick a bed, Susan.” Cappy invites her. Susan is running around the room exploring, but mostly enjoying the running room and freedom. Susan runs to a bed that just happens to be in-line with her headlong. It’s a convenient fall-stopper to catch herself on. Stopping is always risky and off-balanced.

“Good choice Babycakes, that ones to be ours, the other ones your moms.”

Susan smiles at being called Good. The rest of the words must mean Good too. The tone of voice is complimentary and reassuring. Mom is non-sequitur, but Mom is always a good thing, so it all fits, makes sense.

“Come on Ann, I have to pee too. What are you doing in there, Ann? Maybe I SHOULD get you your own private room and bath!”

“I’m hurrying, and I don’t like being hurried. Go get your own room if you don’t have enough patience to share a room. I swear, you are egotistical!”

“Might as well come in then and get used to seeing each other naked.” Ann unlocks the bathroom. Cappy goes straight in to the toilet, and pees forcibly and with relief. Susan thinks this is all very interesting business, peeing while standing. Who imagined such a thing was even possible. Cappy puts the seat down, pulls Susan’s panties down, and sits her on the adult toilet. She needs to be supported else she will fall in. This is something she knows, knows how to do competently. Peeing gets her more Good compliments.

“Good girl.” Susan beams. She knows she is smart and has most things figured out already. Adults exist to take care of her needs. Her role is being cute and adored. She has mastered walking, running, climbing, solid foods, a sippy cup she holds herself, understands and gives fair notice of eminent peepee and poopie, a big girl now, done with diapers. The world is hers to taste and explore,, as long as one official caregiver security is within visual range. Life is good. Susan is good. What more is there? What’s not to like?

“What do you think you are doing, Ann?”

“I’m taking a bucket shower.” She refills the plastic waste basket again, and upends it over herself. Cappy leads Susan back to the bedroom sadly shaking his head. Tossing Susan on the bed, he cuddles with her, and she is asleep in minutes. Cappy undresses, and returns to the bathroom. Ann is toweling off. Cappy draws a hot bath, gets in the tub and begins to relax.

“Come here. I want to check you out.” Ann minces over, wearing a towel.

“Lose the towel, and open your legs. I want to smell you.”

“Well! Isn’t that romantic? Not hardly. You just thrill me with your tender words. Not at all. Do you really think that’s the correct tone to take with me, your prospective bride?” Ann glares at him, her hackles up.

“You have serious character flaws Ann. I intend to discover if there is a remedy, but you will need to try to be remedied and cooperative, or it’s hopeless. Slim may like Stephanie feisty, persnickety and high spirited. Unfortunately for you, Slim doesn’t want anything to do with you. So you only got me and no other options. And unfortunately for you, I don’t like it.

I won’t tolerate snotty, pissy, feisty, bitchy, persnickety, rebellious, or any other high spirited crap from you, Ann. Got that?” Cappy gives her a cold, intimidating, uncaring, yet mesmerizing stare. “Answer me, Ann girl! Do you copy and understand what I just said? You better remember it and obey!”

“Why are you treating me this way, you bastard?” Ann is on the verge of tears, and trembling, from fear or anger.

“Fake or real, matters not. Start crying, and I WILL give you real enough reason to cry.”

“Sniffle. What do you want me to do then? What do you expect me to do?”

“Better attitude, Ann, you’re learning. Come closer, close enough I can sniff your twat. I want to see if you’re clean enough.”

“You dirty filthy bastard!” Ann flys at him, ready to hack and rake with her nails. Catching both her wrists, he pulls her off balance, ready to topple her into the tub, if he chooses.

“Better have a real convincing explanation why you think you can call me a dirty filthy bastard, and why I wouldn’t want to wash out your mouth with a bar of soap, or even force you to eat it, as a consequence. I’m waiting.”