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Chapter Twenty-nine:
Peach sat slumped on the plaid patterned couch in the trailer she once shared with Bowser, across from the trailer her ex-lover Mario lives in. The champion crown laid lopsided on her poufed up hair. She lit up a $20 bill, igniting her cigarette with it. Her cream colored tank top rolled up to right below her breasts. A hint of her pink bra peeked out.
Her cell phone rang. The tag "Dinosaur Bitch" popped up with a picture of Bowser. She blew smoke out as she swiped to deny the call, again. All the money in the world and Peach wasn't particularly happy. She didn't really want Bowser back, at least she didn't think she did. Peach needed a project, something new, something to keep her busy.
Mario, like Peach, sat slumped on his duct taped couch. Unlike Peach he was dirt poor. Why did he want the money? He wasn't particularly sure. He never fit in outside of the park. Was it to prove something to Rosalina and Bowser? Was it to win back Peach? Probably a healthy combination of the both. But now he had nothing except his tin home and his crud covered kart on his dirt lawn. What was next for Mario?
"You're home early?" Daisy said to Luigi as she rocked the baby.
"Yea… I, umm, quit my job" he announced. She immediately looked up at him in shock. "Or got fired, depends on who you ask" he said.
"Oh no" she said as she put the baby back into the bassinet. "What happened?" she asked.
"I was just falling behind. I really lost my passion for that place."
"Well… I mean I could always go back to work and you can…" she started to offer.
"Don't worry honey" he said kissing her forehead. "I have an idea" he said walking into the bedroom as he dialed a number on his cell phone.
Peach surfed the internet. Checking email, catching up on news, stuff like that. Numerous adds popped up from her crapped out pop-up blocker. Some to save money on car insurance. One for free porn. Another to set up your perfect vacation. She clicked on all three links for no real reason. She even set up a dream vacation, just for laughs before she minimized the page.
The next day:
Bowser continued to call his fiancé… or ex-fiancé in Peach's eyes. The blonde beauty had no interest in getting back with Bowser at this point. How could she even believe him now that she won all that money? But Bowser was nothing if not persistent and he wanted her back.
A plane flew over the trailer park before landing at Sunshine Airport. A woman with long brunette curls exited the plane holding black luggage. She had a tight red dress on and strappy matching heels. Did she have something to do with Luigi's phone call?
That night:
"This isn't all for me" Peach lied as she accepted about 3 bags of food from the Chinese delivery man. She plopped down and started on the chow mein. After finishing a few meals she grabbed a handful of fortune cookies and collapsed on the couch.
A knock at the door.
"No one's home" Peach shouted. The knocking continued. "No one's home!" she shouted again. The knocking persisted. Peach sighed. "I'm coming" she called out. She rolled off the couch as she tripped over plastic bags trying to get to the trailer door. "What do you…" she started as she opened the door. "Sorry, I thought you were Bowser" she said to Mario. "Regardless, what do you want?" she asked.
"Just seeing how you're holding up" he replied.
"Why, why wouldn't I be… 'holding up'" she asked.
"It was kind of obvious of your falling out with Bowser and you won all this money and you're still here" he stated.
"I'm just getting all my eggs in one basket before I do anything" she said. Mario actually made her thing. Is there anything keeping her?
They both stood for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" she reluctantly asked her ex-lover.
"Oh, really? Sure, sure" Mario agrees.
"Yea, I was just doing some light reading" she says motioning to the fortune cookie wrappers.
"I just don't really know what I want to do now" Peach confined to Mario as she tried to pick up some food with chop sticks.
"Is there anything you really want to do?" he asked her.
"I don't know" she said looking down at her food. "These fucking chop sticks" she said as she threw them to the ground. "I'm getting a fork."
"So there is nothing. Nothing at all you have a passion for?" Mario asked.
"There is one thing" she said as she unbuttoned her shirt. "What about you? What do you have a passion for?" she asked.
"You know I have all the passion in my pants" he said as he stood up. He unzipped his pants as Peach planted a kiss on him. She pulled his top off revealing his bulging furry tummy. She kissed him again as he ripped her shirt off. Her breasts popped out connecting to his chest. They continued to kiss before Peach got to work on his member.
She went down to her knees and pulled his pants along with his underwear down with excessive force. His member sprung out almost hitting her in the mouth. She smiled despite the obviousness of Mario not keeping up with any manscaping. She smiled of the familiar surroundings of her Italian plumbers manhood sliding into her mouth. The motion of his hips. The feel of his hands gripping her hair as he controlled the motion of her lips against him.
He then pulled her towards him. He planted a kiss on her saliva covered lips. A sloppy kiss as he ran his hand down her taut tummy. He loved the feeling of her body. He loved running his hands over every curve and feeling the softness of her silk skin. He ran against her hip bone and gripped her as he pushed her body against his. She could feel his penis pushing against her opening. She gasped.
"Do you have passion for this?" he asked.
"Yes" she whispered.
"What do you have passion for?" he asked again.
"I want it, Mario. I have passion for it" she pleaded.
"Hello! Peach!" She heard Mario saying. She say something move before her eyes. "You still there?" Mario asked. Peach shook her head. She focused her eyes and saw Mario flashing his hand before her. "You alright?"
Peach looked around noticing that they're still fully clothed and eating their food.
"Oh, sorry. I must have zoned out" she admitted to him. "You know it's getting really late. Maybe we should continue this another time" she said getting up.
"Yea, yea" Mario said following her.
She walked him to the door where they stood awkwardly.
"Well… good night" Peach said. Mario leaned in and she shifted back and fourth before they were caught in an awkward hug with Mario kissing her hair. Mario turned and walked away. "Hey" she called after him.
"Yea" he replied turning around.
"Thanks for everything tonight" she said to him He smiled before continuing to his trailer. She watched as he vanished across the park. She closed the trailer door.
Peach touched her lips as she relived her daydream. Was Mario the thing she was yearning for. No, it couldn't be she thought to herself as she cleaned her place up before heading to bed.
Peach tossed and turned. She turned over and glared at the alarm clock. 4AM flashed in red lights. Mario flashed across her mind. She couldn't get the thought of the tiny man out of her mind. She got up and went to the window. She noticed the light shining out of his bedroom window. She threw a robe and slippers on and exited her trailer.
She inched on over to Mario's abode. She smiled as she approached his door. She thought she was making the right decision. As she neared she heard voices. She got even closer and noticed it was Mario and another woman, laughing. She suddenly second-guessed herself. She couldn't knock on his down now. She tiptoed over and peeked through the window. She saw Mario and a woman sitting at the edge of the bed. Mario looked ecstatic. He was rubbing his hand against the mystery woman's leg. Peach looked down, contemplating her feelings, before hurrying back to her home.
She walked like a zombie back to her trailer before toppling over onto the bed. She just laid there staring at the ceiling. She heard a notification noise from her laptop. She pulled herself over to the little stool holding her laptop up. She lifted the screen and opened the minimized page.
A message scrolled across the "dream vacation" page. "Personal agent, can I help you plan your dream vacation?" the message read. She eyeballed the screen for a few seconds before replying.
