Chapter 20

Paul felt a squirt of cold water on him the next morning, stirring him a little.

"What the hell….?" he asked groggily.

It had been Lana with a water pistol. "Time to wake up, sleeping beauty. We have a flight in a few hours."

He groaned into the pillow. "Do I have to?"

She patted his ass. "Yes, come on; time to get moving. I know you aren't a morning person, but you took this job, remember?"

He gave out another groan.

"Hey, it isn't my fault you wanted to have sex until three in the morning to prove what a stud you are," Lana said.

"Yeah, like you were complaining and begging me to stop the entire time. Damn, woman."

Lana slapped his ass a little harder this time.

"Ow!" Paul yelled.

"Good, now that you're totally awake, we can get moving. You can have the shower first."

"You aren't joining me?" he asked, a little disappointed.

"Somebody has to finish packing our stuff," she said. "It isn't going to get done by itself."

"Okay then, but you're missing out on a great opportunity," he yawned, getting out of bed.

"Oh, I'm sure there will be others. Go, and I can have the rest of this done by the time you're finished. I'll make some coffee too."

"You don't have to do that. We can go to Starbucks on the way to the airport."

"I don't have to, but I want to," Lana replied. "Besides, we have to pick up Kim and Brian on the way."

"Great," he grumbled from the bathroom, "you just ruined my morning by mentioning Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb."

"Oh come on, you two boys love each other most of the time and you know it."

"And there's the rest of it where he can be a pain in the ass, especially when it comes to doing stuff that embarrasses the shit out of me. Last time, he was checking out guys' asses on the plane when he wasn't hitting on the flight attendants. Jesus."

"Kim egged him on that time too," Lana pointed out.

"Figures."

"You weren't exactly Mr. Innocent either. You think I didn't see you eying some women's chests, especially the girl in front of us?"

"I'm a boob man, so sue me." Paul then came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, copping a feel. "And yours are still the best, baby."

"Nice save," she chuckled, closing the suitcase. "Get dressed and I'll get that coffee before I shower. Then we have to get moving."

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Kim had been awake for a few hours, finishing hers and Brian's own packing and making some last-minute preparations.

She glanced at the clock, noticing the time and realizing the midget still wasn't up.

Shit, she thought, this is going to be a total pain in the ass to get him up yet again. Kim figured if it wasn't for her for the most part, he'd never be anywhere on time.

She then smiled wickedly, thinking of an idea that would work to light a fire under Brian's ass for sure. Cackling at little, Kim took out a small air horn she'd kept in a drawer to scare off telemarketers when they called, heading for her boss' bedroom.

Kim was a short distance from where Brian slept, letting go a healthy blast.

"FUCK!" he yelled. "What was hell that all about?"

"Good morning to you too, Grumpy. I had to get your lazy ass up somehow."

"And practically make me fucking deaf in the process?"

Kim nodded. "Better get moving if we're going to meet Paul and Lana to go to the airport."

"Yeah, give me some time to get the ringing out of my ears and take a shower. Jesus Christ."

"Well, if you're a good boy and on time, maybe Lana will let you kiss Paul again."

"Wow, now there's an incentive," he joked, his mood suddenly changing.

"Good, now shift ass while I get the suitcases outside. I've been finished in the bathroom for awhile, so it's all yours. Just don't spend too much time jacking off in there."

"Very fucking funny, Kimberly. Did you feed the cat?"

"I fed Chester and scooped his box half an hour ago," she replied. "The highlight of each morning, getting you out of bed, getting coffee down your yap, and cleaning up cat shit. Woohoo, I have such an exciting, glamorous job."

"Hey, you can be replaced, you know."

"Right, that's why you've kept me around for a little over a year and a half. Okay."

"Get that, will you?" Brian asked when the phone rang. "It's probably PL anyway. Tell him I'm in the shower."

"Okay," she nodded. "But you better bust a move if we're going to meet them on time."