Chapter 454

I found an empty bench, still in the Terminal concourse, and sat down to reply to more of the texts.

Cattie had sent me back a GIF that looked like it might have come from a Porno, because it was a woman from about the chest up, some sort of collar around her throat with a leash being held out and up, tugging her forward as she made a distinctively sexual gasp, and the overlaid text said, ‘Yes, Master.’

That made me groan a little, because I had a feeling that now that she’d found it, she’d probably be using it with me a lot.

Cassidy hadn’t sent me anything else from her phone, but had clearly helped Terra take the picture that she’d sent me - it was another picture of Terra driving, shirt pulled up to the neck, seatbelt running across her chest, but not covering either of her cute little tits and little erect nipples. She was sticking her tongue out at the camera playfully.

‘God, you’re sexy, little elf, ‘ I texted her, knowing that Cassidy would read it out to her. That made me snicker a little, knowing that Terra would be equal parts embarrassed by the nickname being said by someone else, but also like it a little.

Wanda had also messaged me back, with a picture of her and Becca snuggled up on Becca’s couch in their shared apartment, leaning into each other with a blanket covering their legs. They had a bowl of popcorn between them, and Ralph was poking his head into the frame and lying on Wanda’s thigh. I sent her an exploding heart GIF in return, once again cursing that I wasn’t heading to them, but away from them.

This whole fucking thing was ridiculous, trying to move seven women across the country so soon into their chaotic relationship. But also, it couldn’t fucking happen soon enough.

I went to Zenya’s texts next, and was a little shocked. They started off predictable - she was aggravated by the reveal, but she was clearly even more pissed off than she’d shown in the group chat. And she’d joked (or maybe not) about going up to Portland to ‘visit’ Heather in person and take care of Cattie. Most of her texts were her spitballing ideas at me like I was a journal rather than a person, which I guess made sense since I’d been on Airplane Mode and couldn’t respond. The fact that some of the tamest ones were her breaking into Heather’s apartment and somehow getting STDs on her sex toys, and hiring Russian bot farms to spam all of her content, was a little scary.

To be fair, the one about kidnapping Heather and smuggling her down to the Amazon and using her as a sociology experiment to find out what the isolated, xenophobic tribes would think of her Amazonian, half-plastic build was kind of funny.

‘I love that you have full Momma Bear tendencies, Freckles,’ I texted her. ‘Maybe hold off on doing any of these plans now that you’ve put them in writing, though? Call you soon.’