Chapter 33: Plot Against Pogue
They were in bed and Browen lazily drawing imaginary scribbles on Reid's chest. "So, how do you know if you're um..." Reid stumbled. "It's a guarantee. Trust me. It just happens." "Oh," Reid said and then released a sigh. Browen asked, "What?" "Just keep thinking of what Pogue said," Reid admitted. "About you a dad and your spawn of terror?" "Yeah. Such a fuckin' asshole to rub it in. Easy for him because he's not doing it." "Well, why not have a plot against Pogue?" she gave a Cheshire cat grin. "How?" "Well, he probably doesn't know or remember that we're get 100 prego without any contraception, right?" "Maybe." "Well, let's just say, we need to make sure." "Go on...," he grinned and got excited for the revenge plan. "Well what is the most embarrassing thing a guy would have to buy at the risk of ridicule, humiliation, and gossip?"
It took a second for Reid. His evil scheming smirk grew tenfold. "That is why I love you," he kissed with delight and fire. He was wanted to make love again. "Hey hey, there's a baby in there now, easy tiger," Browen tried weakly to pause him. "Can't you fuck until like you're ready to pop, though?" "Yes but Garwin, I think we did more than the horniest couple in the world." Reid smiled at that fact. "Well, you pretty much undid that last shower, so I..." Browen got up shameless. She walked to the doorframe. She turned her head back. "What? No Garwin comment? No sex offer? Truly shocked." Reid perked up as if he heard he won a million dollars. He dashed out of bed and Browen ran out of the room and Reid chased. Well, maybe one more time.
After lunch, Reid and Browen were to meet the gang at Caleb's. As they walked in, they felt all eyes on them. Don't need to guess what's on their minds. No one wanted to be direct and spit out the ultimate question. "Yeah, yeah," Browen just cracked the silence. Reid sidestepped to Pogue and asked to have a private conversation. Reid pretended to beg Pogue for a huge favor. "What?! No way!" Pogue rejected the offer. "Come on man, Tyler, Teresa, and Alex aren't suppose to be alive. And if Elliot, Caleb, Browen, or I went, Chase would have suspicions marked on our foreheads. Only you can do this," Reid made the argument convincing. Pogue shifted his eyes to the ceiling searching for an alternative. It was very hard for Pogue to grasp the concept of his motorcycle riding, muscle tee clad self to do what was asked of him. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Fine, when?" Pogue surrendered. "Well, as soon as possible," Reid faked. "Whatever, if someone sees me, I'm bailing." "No you're not. Because you have to pull your weight. Caleb and Elliot are taking care of Tyler, Teresa, and Alex. We're... you know. So, you have to do something." Pogue started to stump to the front door. "Where are you going?" Tyler asked. "Out!" he couldn't bear to say what he was actually doing. Pogue rode his motorcycle into town. He walked into the local drugstore with his helmet in hand. Pogue scoped up and down the aisles to make sure no one was around. Then, he pretended he was looking around for something else instead of what he was sent for.
He grabbed a bag of chips, a pack of gum, a can of Coke, and other random things. He then walked in the aisle for feminine products. "I can't fuckin' believe I'm doing this," he mumbled under his breath. He took a last glance like a kid crossing a street, looked right and looked left. Unknowingly, Reid followed Pogue into the drugstore with a camera. As soon as Pogue pulled the product off the shelf, a flash went off. "What the?!" Pogue took a second to flinch at the flash. Maybe, he was imagining things. Pogue went to the counter and paid for the items. He put the bag under his seat and sped back to Caleb's, hoping no one would have noticed. Pogue opened the door and walked into the kitchen. The rest of gang were in there, starting to eat dinner. Pogue tossed the bag onto the table. "You owe me thirty dollars!" Pogue demanded. "For what?" Reid asked with false innocence.
"For you know... and for other stuff I bought," Pogue retorted. "I didn't tell you to get the other stuff," Reid rubbed it in. "Well, what was I suppose to do?! Just buy that?! Yeah right! What is someone saw?" Pogue rambled. "Hate to break it to ya, but someone did," Reid was ready. "What?! No!" "Um yeah. Or were your eyes playing tricks on you?" It clicked in Pogue's head. That mother fucker! Reid lightly handed out pictures to everyone including Pogue. A roar of laughter overcame the kitchen. "Oh man, that is priceless. Pogue, your face looks like you're being executed," Tyler started to tear. "Can it, Tyler" Pogue was fumed. Pogue shredded all the pictures. "Oh, by the way Pogue, I have plenty of copies and the original," Reid sneered with a laugh. Pogue was ready to pounce but Caleb restrained him, "Okay, okay, enough Reid," Caleb settled it.
"Oh, and Pogue... just to let you know, it wasn't necessary but I think it was cute you went and bought one anyhow," Reid burned Pogue. "What the fuck?!" Pogue yelled. "Hey, it was getting back at you, because you were being fuckin' prick. Now I have that fond memory forever," Reid yelled back with less animosity. Pogue stormed out to the living room and Alexandra followed, hoping to diffuse him. "A picture of Pogue with a pregnancy test, now that's classic," Browen quietly giggled. She side glanced at Reid and they exchanged smirks. I think Reid's mischief is rubbing off on me.