This choice: On second thought, play it safe • Go Back...Chapter #17Family, Trust and Issues by: Nostrum   The idea of being Aurora for a little longer is tempting, but the idea sounds troublesome even if Jimmy didn’t suggest it. You’d need to find a party, cutting on your time, and if you do find one, you’ll probably be so distracted you’ll lose all sense of time, only to do exactly what you were planning – hoping that Mrs. Wilson gets you home. Is it worth getting yourself in trouble for a little excitement?
“I think I’ve had enough,” you say as you brushed Aurora’s permed hair aside. “Maybe another day.”
“Maaan!” It’s hilarious to see a hot girl like Samantha pout like a brat, but that’s what Jimmy’s doing. “First the blow-out because of the kiss, now this? You’re such a wet blanket!”
“Alright,” you challenge him. “First of all – you know of any other party besides where Aurora was taking them?”
“Well...” He gives it some deep thought. “We could always call my – I mean, her friends, go hang somewhere.”
“And while you handle that, we’ll have less time to actually do anything! Remember, I need to be back home before dinner.”
“I can always back you up.”
“And for that to happen, we need your mom’s help. What’s gonna happen if your mom calls mine?”
Jimmy’s about to explode, but that cools him. “Yeah. Right. Fuck.”
“So, maybe next Friday or Saturday, but not tonight. We already had enough for one day – like you said, we sang and dance and partied on a club everyone at school’d be desperate to get in.”
“Yeah - and I promised Laurie I’d call her.” He sighs, disappointed but acknowledging the situation. “You’re right. You know where she lives, right?”
You wince. “Well... I don’t recall the house, but I know the address. I can always look via GPS.”
“Yeah, that’s weird. I know Aurora’s been to her home lots of times, but not even I can remember how it looks. Hey – send me a photo and a pin, alright?”
You stare at him, as you can’t believe his persistence. If he applied only half of it to his studies, he’d probably be heading straight to Tynemouth. You only wish he could realize that.
--
You take a deep breath as you click the black pen. You made sure you parked out of sight for the reflating, but as soon as Samantha’s almost full, you step on the pedal and drive in her direction.
“Huh?” she mumbles. “Where am I?”
“Oh, thank God you’re alright! After what happened at the club, I was worried.”
“The club?” She shakes her head, rubbing her temples. “But I was at the bathroom.”
“That’s bad,” you feign. “Your friend Laurie said the same thing after she woke up.”
“Laurie!” She gasps. “Where’s Laurie?”
“I left her at her home – you told her you’d call once you arrived, remember?”
“Rory?” she asks you with fear in her voice. “What’s going on? I don’t remember anything!”
“I know – the same happened with your friend Laurie. I’m starting to think Josef’s growing soft with his clients.”
“Rory?”
“I’m suspecting someone slipped some drugs on our drinks. I called Pippa to see if she was safe, and--”
“You think it was the guys?”
“That, or Josef’s guys spiked our drinks. Sammie, I’ll get to the bottom of this, alright?”
“I know,” she says, nervous. “I know we’ve gone there a couple times, but remember what I told you first time I got there?”
Your heart skips a beat. You’ll need Aurora to help you. She was delighted, but then she said how I could enter there while underage, and when I told him about Roddy knowing Josef, she said--
“That Roddy should be careful with his friends, right? But you felt calmer when I showed you Barry.”
“Right, right.”
“That reminds me.” You know that’s what Aurora would do, but you feel it’s a risky maneuver. “I gotta call him. You know he wouldn’t let anything happen to us – if someone spiked our drinks, he’ll know who did it. Or... whatever happened. I’m worried.”
“At least we got outta there and nothing happened.” She grasps your arm tightly, terrified. “Don’t tell this to Mom, alright?”
“Won’t tell a thing to Aunt Dorothy as long as you don’t tell Mom,” you comfort her with a bright, confident and sassy smile – the kind Aurora would give her cousin.
“Right, right...” With that, you know her cooperation is secured. You shake your ass a bit, feeling the silkiness of her panties and the feeling of the seat. I’ll be a while – if ever – that you’ll experience something like this.
--
You know you warned Jimmy about doing it, but you understand his reasons. You take your own phone and take a couple selfies as Aurora, one of them with her shirt undone and showing her breasts and her bra. You invoke all of Aurora’s attitude, all her knowledge, to take the perfect shot.
You’re back at Starky’s, arguably for the last time today. The last leg of your plan is simple – take off Aurora, dress up, get off when nobody’s around, then wake her up and get the hell away from there. You told Jimmy you’d wait outside, giving him a call whenever you were ready.
You’re midway taking her off when you hear someone entering. “...run-down diner on the way to Tyneside. It’s no big deal, but the food’s so greasy here...”
You sit, your legs still inside Aurora, as you hold to her to dear life. You hear her rattle your booth before moving to the next one. “Ugh, just when I need to dump...”
You barely hold your breath as you hear rumbling sounds from the booth beside you. “Ugh, I swear I’m gonna kill Patrick when I feel better. I don’t know why he loves this place so much.” You hear a pause, figuring whoever’s talking must be on the phone. “And the bathroom’s so disgusting! ...Yeah, but you know him. He can’t take me somewhere nice with his salary.”
C’mon, you think to yourself. Get out already!
“I always ask him what’s with the bunch of losers he hangs with. Like that Tom – ugh, he’s so sleazy! He knows I’m engaged to Patrick, and he still hits on me! And then there’s that other loser friend of his – I think his name’s Nick--”
You feel a cold flush all over your body. No. That can’t be.
“--laughing at what he did! I can’t believe he did that in front of his girlfriend – did you know that skank started laughing at his joke!”
Your breathing grows faster by the minute. Shit! What’s Nick doing here of all places!?
“Anyways, I think you won’t like hearing what I’m gonna do, so I’ll be hanging. I hope I don’t end up getting sick tomorrow – and I just ate some nachos!”
Well, you tell yourself, you kinda deserve it. Starky’s has always been known as a greaser, but the food isn’t bad – as long as you steer away from their vile Five-Alarm chili. (Or, as everyone knows it, the “Fart-Alarm” chili.) And you know very well that they hide it on other recipes, like their Five-Alarm Burger and, of course, the Five-Alarm nachos.
And as soon as your booth neighbor lets one rip, you catch the telltale scent of the fast-acting meaty porridge they claim as their signature chili quickly making its way through her bowels. It’s rancid and spicy and strangely herbal, and you know it’ll stay there for a while – perhaps your punishment for your actions.
Ten minutes later, the woman leaves the booth, flushing down all the demons contained within that accursed chili, but leaving you with the waft. You carefully examine that no one else’s coming in as you take off Aurora’s legs. You do your best to leave her dressed – on the floor, as you dress up yourself – the door locked to avoid any further interruptions.
To your fortune, as you glance out, the coast is clear. With one last (tainted) gulp of air, you click the black pen and dash your way out of the corridor. You slow your pace as you step into the dining room, scanning the area in case your suspicions are correct.
And, to your misfortune, your eyes cross. Nick is there, his Cuban link necklace over his gray T-shirt and leather jacket, his spiky hair defying gravity. Gina, his current girlfriend, gives him space as he moves towards you. “Davey?”
“Uh... Hey, Nicky.”
“You here, alone? I thought you’d be at home.”
“I’m wondering what you’re doing here instead of back home.”
“The boys wanted some burgers, fries and a shake. If you want, I can always call Mom and tell her you’re with me.”
“Uh, no.” You gulp hard. “She doesn’t know I’m here – she probably thinks I’m with Jimmy, because I was with Jimmy, but--”
“What’s with that meathead? Still causing trouble?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Anyways, I only had enough for one trip, so I asked Jimmy to get back to his home so he could ask his mom if he could take me home.”
“Why not call her to look for you?”
“Well, uh...” You look at the bar, recalling your order – you even have the receipt on your pocket. “Must’ve been the shake I drank – I had to make a visit to the bathroom. Either that or the nachos.”
Nick snorts. “Yeah, one of the girls had a run-in with the Fart-Alarm Nachos.” He pats you, jerking his chin. “Hey. Wanna say ‘hi’ to Gina and the boys?”
You glance back, knowing that Aurora could step out at any moment. You could always tell Jimmy to abort, letting Nick take the blame for being late – after all, your mother won’t mind if you’re with someone from the family.
But, is it wise to take a lift with him? He’ll tell everything to your mom, and if you don’t coordinate with Jimmy and tell him he just missed Nick, you might just make your excuse sound a lot flimsier.
And there’s something worse. What if he finds out about the pens?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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