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Chapter 47 – Cold Shower
Michelle blinked and threw her arm over her face. Why did Techie get the bed away from the window? She glanced at Legates who was still sleeping and smiled. Rolling from the bed, she pulled open the cabinet under the bookcase and pulled out a towel. She walked to the bathroom, closed the door and stripped.
When she was finished, she paused at the second door that led to Techie's and Legates' suitemates' room. Shrugging, she turned away from it and walked to the shower. Turning on the water, she stepped into the shower. After sliding the frosted glass door closed, she stepped under the water. The steam rolled out over the top of the doors and fogged the entire bathroom. Reaching over, she snagged the bottle of Biolage Hydrotherapie off the soap holder and massaged it into her hair.
A smile spread across her face as she felt a pair of hands slip around her waist and pull her up against a very hard body. Spinning in his arms, she raised up on her tiptoes then pouted when she couldn't reach his mouth. Smiling, he leaned down and closed his lips over hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and her heart sped up. Sure she has had sex before and sure she's had it with him before but every time he made her heart race.
Pulling back, she scraped her teeth down his throat making him groan. Licking her way down, she paused briefly at the Celtic dragon tattooed on his chest. She traced the design with her tongue making him groan again. She sank to her knees as her mouth moved across his stomach tracing the muscles with her tongue. He sucked in a deep gasp when she wrapped her lips around his erection. Legates almost cried her name out as he felt her lips wrap around him. He buried his hands in her hair as she began to lick and suck on his throbbing shaft.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned as her tongue rippled across him. Neither heard the man enter from the other set of rooms.
"Hey, dickhead, you jacking off to your girlfriend again? I thought you brought that girl home last night?" Romero's voice growled as he heard Legates' groan. Pausing, he realized that Michelle was probably in the shower with Legates. His face hardened into scowl as an idea popped into his head.
Michelle froze and Legates smiled sheepishly down at her. She smiled at him not removing her mouth from him. She began to work him again and he tried to stay quiet until he heard someone urinating in the toilet.
"Romero, get somewhere," Legates growled. Romero laughed but glanced over at the shower doors.
"Not until you admit you're jacking off," Romero snorted, laughing.
Michelle's eyebrow had risen at the idea of him jerking off while someone listened. She pulled back and let him go with a soft pop that was barely audible over the sound of the shower.
"Romero, I swear to GOD!" Legates thundered, now royally pissed. Romero laughed even harder, having fun screwing up Legates' fun while he was with her.
"Okay, Okay," Romero said.
Grinning evilly, he reached over and flushed the toilet. The spray of cold water hit Michelle's back and she shrieked in surprise. Before Legates could react, she was on her feet and out of the shower. Romero stood back and waited for Legates' reaction..
She snatched a towel as she ran by. He saw a flash of breast, naked buttock then a dark green towel disappearing into Legates' room. Legates stepped out of the shower and shoved Romero into the wall, causing the man to bang his head. Romero blinked rapidly as stars danced across his vision.
"Nice job, asshole," Legates snarled, snatching a towel, wrapping it around his waist and chasing after Michelle. Romero gained his equilibrium and turned towards his bedroom door.
"Yo, Jones, he's not actually pretending or hiding. He actually does like girls," he called out.
"What makes you think that? I think his unit is just covering for his don't ask don't tell habits. I also think that Michelle girl is just a friend," Jones called back.
"Yeah, well you're my friend and I don't shower with you. And she was also most definitely naked and he was most definitely excited about it," Romero called back. Legates approached Michelle his face worried. He pulled her up against his chest.
"Hey, you okay? I'm sorry about that. Romero and Jones were supposed to be gone for longer," he said, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. Goosebumps spread across her skin as the chilly air hit her skin. She shivered and he could hear her teeth chattering.
"Jeez, woman, you got that cold from one shot of cold water?" He asked, briskly rubbing her arms. Techie muttered in his bed and flopped over on his stomach.
"Shot of cold water in the shower, then from a hot bathroom to a cool room. Do the math, stupid," Techie rumbled then fell back asleep with a snore. Michelle pointed her finger over her shoulder at Techie and nodded.
"Alright, well, let's get you back in the shower then. You still have conditioner in your hair," he said, guiding her back to the bathroom.
He pushed her towards the shower and turned the lock on the other door with a loud click. When he stepped back into the shower with her, her head was tilted back and she was rinsing her hair. He sighed quietly knowing the moment was gone. Grabbing her body wash, he poured some in his hands and lathered her skin. The gold in her eyes became brighter and she smirked at him.
"What?" He asked her with a laugh.
"You just can't resist touching me can you?" She asked in a satisfied voice.
"Hmm, touching you, licking you, kissing you, holding you, take your pick," he muttered, stepping closer to her. He pressed his lips to hers and tried to deepen the kiss. She smiled against his lips and pulled back.
"Kick off is in an hour and you have to feed me first, Big Boy," she said in a husky voice.
Legates dropped his head with a sigh. Did he just get denied because of a football game? Seriously? Why was the game on Saturday instead of Sunday? He smiled and ran his hands over her one more time. Pecking her lips, he grumbled good naturedly about sports. Laughing, she rinsed off, stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel. She quickly dried off and wrapped it around herself. She squeezed the water from her hair then walked over to his dresser again.
She wasn't wearing what she had worn last night and she hadn't returned the shirts that had been bought to keep here. Pulling open his drawer, she rolled her eyes. Black tee shirts, olive tee shirts, white tee shirts and a few with writing on them. She grabbed the top one, figuring they were thicker tee shirts. Which was a necessity due to the lack of a bra.
Throwing it on the bed, she stepped over next to Legates' bed. She dug around found her comb in her purse. She French braided her hair and then pulled on her clothes. She looked down and rolled her eyes. She was swamped by his shirt; her elbows were getting caught in the armpits. With a sigh, she tucked the shirt into her jeans. Shrugging, she pulled on her socks and boots from the previous night. Legates strolled out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and water trickling down his chest.
"I'm surprised the towel is long enough to cover everything," she said, teasingly.
"Regular towels aren't. Got tired of seeing his shit everytime I turned around," Techie mumbled from the other side of the bookcases. Michelle covered her mouth with her hand and grinned.
"Yeah, I had to buy the bath sheets because Techie was getting jealous of my junk," Legates said. Michelle rolled her eyes and snickered.
"Yeah, that's what it was all right," Techie mumbled.
They heard his feet hit the floor then him shuffling to the bathroom. A moment later, the toilet flushed and he returned yawning.
"Did you leave their door locked on purpose?" Techie rumbled as he moved towards his own dresser.
"Yep," Legates said with an evil glint. Michelle smacked his arm in reprimand.
"Are you going to get dressed and feed me or what?" Michelle asked him, elegantly pouting at him.
"Yeah yeah I know kick off in forty five. What do you want?" Legates muttered, moving to his dresser, and digging around.
"Food," she answered. His head dropped forward and he let out an exaggerated sigh. She laughed and Techie bellowed in laughter.
"Dude, you have met your match," he snickered.
Legates pulled on a pair of underwear, a pair of black jeans and a tee shirt. When he turned, her lips were pressed in a firm line at the writing across the front.
"That is so not funny," Michelle admonished with her arms across her chest. The shirt was black and scrawled across the front was "I went to Afghanistan and all I got was this PTSD". The letters PTSD were in large block lettering. He shrugged and grinned at her.
"Seemed appropriate since we got sent home for PTSD treatment and none of us are suffering from it," he snarked.
Michelle scowled at him and tapped her foot as he put on his sneakers. He looked up at her and gave her a negative shake of his head. Nodding in understanding, she uncrossed her arms. He swept a throw into his arms and led her out of the room.
"I'll be there in a few, grab me some of whatever you're getting and I'll pay you back," Techie called as they left the room.
"Unnghh," Legates answered.
"So what do you want?" He asked Michelle, bending towards her as he asked.
"Hmmm how about burgers?" She said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She saw the look quickly cross his face.
"No, okay how about pizza?" The look passed across his face again.
"Chinese?" She said this one hopefully because she was running out of ideas.
"Yeah, that sounds good," he said.
When they entered the lounge it was empty. He walked to the TV and pulled the remote off the top and handed her both the blanket and the remote. She settled on the end of a couch near the TV and started flicking through the channels. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Alright, I'll be right back. Twenty maybe thirty minutes at the most. And don't give up the remote or you won't get to watch what you want," he told her.
She nodded and smiled at him as he left the lounge. She was still flicking through the channels when a really young guy, she sort of recognized, came in and flopped down.
"Man, who let a chick have the remote? Now we're going to have to watch the Oxygen channel or something," he whined. Techie strolled in pulling his Cowboy's hat down on his head. He snorted at the kid's comment.
"Shut it, Yackley," Techie rumbled.
"Yes, Corporal," the kid said sullenly. Michelle's eyes shot to Techie's hat and narrowed in a menacing manner.
"Hey, they're better than the deadskins," he laughed.
She lifted her hand, knuckles towards him, then put her other hand next to her pinkie and made a winding motion. As she did this her middle finger slowly rose. Techie snorted and readjusted his head. Yackley burst into laughter and fell over on the couch.
"Dude, she just gave you the finger crank style," Yackley said between gasps of laughter. Oaks walked in and looked at Yackley.
"Yack, what the hell is that funny?" Oaks said, looking at the young man as if he's lost his mind.
"That chick gave Briggs the finger crank style," he said, pointing a Michelle. Oaks turned to look at Michelle who shot him her most innocent look.
"You gonna make me call Dr. Saroyan?" He asked her, putting his hands on his hips.
"Who do you think taught me?" She questioned sweetly, humor glimmering in her eyes.
"Nuh uh, Dr. Saroyan did not teach you that," he said, pointing at her as he spoke. She snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Honey, she's from the Bronx," Michelle said, imitating Cam. Oaks laughed and flopped down on the couch.
"Who has the remote?" He asked, looking back and forth between the two men. Michelle grinned and waggled the remote between her fingers.
"Dammit! Please don't make us watch Lifetime. Legates might watch that shit with you but we're not gonna," Oaks mumbled.
"Well, I was thinking of watching the 'What not to Wear' marathon," she said, idly flicking to the proper channel.
Techie snorted and rolled onto his side, trying not to laugh. Legates walked in the door and moved to sit next to Michelle.
"No use trying to butter her up. She's decided we're watching the 'What not to Wear' marathon," Yackley told Legates. Legates turned and looked at Michelle raising one eyebrow. Her eyes twinkled as she looked back at him.
"Well, they asked not to watch Oxygen or Lifetime," she said.
He shook his head and reached in the bag to pull out her Ma Yi Shang Shu . He handed her the white Styrofoam container and then a flavored water. He handed Techie, his General Tsao's Chicken then pulled his Mu shu Pork out. He then pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew and handed it to Techie then pulled out his own. He had just cracked the lid when Martinez walked in.
"You know that stuff makes your nuts shrink right?" He asked, pointing at Legates' Mountain Dew. Yackley threw a balled up napkin at him.
"Lady in the room," he said. Michelle snorted and went back to her food.
"Look, Green Bean, there is nothing in that soda that is going to affect his testicles, penis or prostate in any adverse manner. The supposed rumor started because of tartrazine or Yellow Dye #5. The worst that happens with the amount he can consume while drinking Mountain Dew is his pee will turn bright yellow," she said after swallowing the food in her mouth. The men sat there staring at her as if she had grown another head.
"There are times when I am completely sympathetic to Sarge," Legates muttered.
He was about to open his container when she reached over and grabbed his wrist. Turning it, she looked at his watch. She picked up the remote and flicked it until the channel hit ESPN. Yackley let out a deep sigh and she smirked. Legates leaned over and kissed her temple.
"That wasn't nice," he said, teasingly.
"I know," she told him with a grin, biting into a spring roll.
As her lips wrapped around the spring roll his eyes closed and he started praying under his breath. Techie started laughing and Oaks shook his head. She waved the other half of her roll at him.
"It was Romero's fault not mine," she said.
"What's she blaming me for?" Romero asked, walking into the room and flopping down on the couch near Techie. Techie got up and moved away from him.
"What the hell, dude?" Romero said, watching Techie take his food and move. He knew Michelle suspected but he wondered if she had said anything to Techie and Legates.
"She probably has at least three weapons on her and you interrupted them this morning," Techie said, after swallowing a mouthful of food.
He sucked the sauce off his thumb and grinned as Michelle glared at him. Romero scanned her and shook his head.
"No way," he argued.
Legates looked at Michelle in question. She pouted, rolled her eyes then stretched her legs out in front of her. She pushed and snapped her heels on the floor making two six inch blades shoot from the sole of her boot near the toe.
"That's one," Techie said. She stood up, pulled up her shirt to waist level and flick her belt buckle and a four inch blade slid out.
"That's two," he said.
She reached up around her neck and pulled out a cross. Pulling firmly at the bottom of the cross a four inch blade slid free. Yackley's eyes were wide and his mouth fell open when Legates coughed into his hand. She rolled her eyes, sighed and reached up for her earrings. She lightly tugged and a teeny one inch blade slid from the leaf earrings.
"Those are illegal," Romero growled.
"Only if you don't have a permit to carry a concealed weapon and I do," she said, sitting down.
The sound of the crowd roaring drew their eyes back to the screen. Michelle put her blades away as her eyes were on the TV screen. Her hands moved with practiced ease of returning the blades to their sheaths. Legates finished his food then leaned over, unzipped her boots and pulled them off.
He heard the other guys chuckle when he did that. He pulled her legs up and covered them with the throw. She curled into him and watched the game. He tried not to laugh when her fists clenched and she chanted 'run, run, run'.
"TOUCH DOWN!" She yelled, jumping to her feet and almost knocked Legates into the floor. Techie groaned and she did the happy dance at his groan.
"How does a shit like you, Legates, end up with a hot, awesome girl like her," Jones asked, pointing at Michelle when he spoke.
"I got lucky," Legates replied with a smile.
"Not getting you out of Christmas dinner but nice try," she told him with a joking grin.
"Doh, dude, you're being forced to meet the family?" Romero said with a laugh.
"Nahh, I already know them," he said, rolling his eyes.
"I gotta ask where the hell you," Yackley pointed at Legates, "met her," he finished by pointing at Michelle.
A deathly silence fell over the room. The rest of the unit had filtered in before the end of the first quarter. Yackley waited, looking from one person to another. He saw looks pass their faces but was unable to tell what they meant. Michelle sighed and sat down next to Legates with a flump.
"We met in Maluku," she said. With that, she curled up into a ball under the blanket.
"Maluku?" Yackley said, still looking around.
"We don't talk about Maluku," Techie snapped.
Legates picked Michelle up and tucked her into his lap. Her head nestled under his chin and he ran his hand soothingly down her back.
"I wouldn't either," Jones muttered, looking at the top of his soda bottle intently.
"Excuse me?" Michelle whispered. She lifted her head and glared at Jones. Techie sighed and smacked Jones in the back of the head.
"You keep breaking into sealed files and you're going to get in trouble. Michelle, that file was supposed to be sealed. Jackass over here, likes to hack," Techie said, jerking his thumb towards Jones.
Michelle nodded her head slowly then turned back and tucked her head under Legates' chin. Legates let out a low sigh as he rubbed her back. Her eyes were glued to the TV and she gave an involuntary shiver. When the Cowboys scored, some of the men cheered and as quick as that the tension in the room dissipated.
Michelle felt the tension disappear and relaxed into Legates' lap. He hummed when she stretched, wiggling her butt on his lower half. She dropped her head on his shoulder and continued watching the game. She was leaning forward to get her water when the 'skins scored the next time. She shot up out of Legates' lap and jumped up and down yelling loudly.
"Are you done yet?" Romero snarked at her with a glower. Seeing a commercial was on, she looked at him and grinned.
"That would be a no," Legates told him. Reaching over, she did a back walkover then shifted immediately into the Ickey shuffle.
"Oh, jeez. Really? I bet you don't even know what you are doing," Jones said, smirking at her.
She stopped and jerked her chin at him. Legates wiped his hand down his mouth. She flopped down on the couch and raised an eyebrow at him. She took a swig of her drink then leaned back into Legates' arms.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" Jones asked in a teasing tone.
"No, you didn't ask a question and I don't have an answer dumb enough for that dumbass statement," she said primly. wearing a smug smile.
Legates looked over at Techie and smirked as the game was in the last minute and a half. The Redskins were up by 14 points and the Cowboys had a snowball's chance in hell of winning this one.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm buying dinner tonight. I lost blah, blah. You staying tonight, Michelle?" Techie asked, looking over at her. She looked over him and chewed on her bottom lip as if contemplating her options.
"Eh, depends on what you're buying," she answered with a smirk. The guys in the lounge laughed at her answer. They knew better, she was staying.
"Did you finish your paper?" Techie asked, lifting an eyebrow at Michelle. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, big brother. It's been review by Dr. Brennan and deemed acceptable. Which means I should get an 'A' or a 'B'," Michelle said. Techie settled back in the couch and smiled. Legates chuffed out a laugh at Techie's parental attitude.
"Is Andrea still coming next weekend?" Legates asked, leaning back on the couch.
"Yeah," Techie said with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Oh, just in time," Michelle said, smiling.
"For what?" Techie asked, looking over at her with a small frown.
"Is she staying just the weekend?" Michelle asked, squinting at Techie.
"No, she's coming for two weeks," Techie murmured.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at Legates who blushed lightly. He coughed behind his hand and shook his head in a negative manner. Techie scowled at Legates.
"Ask her right now or I will, you pussy," Techie said in a demanding tone. Michelle looked up at Legates with a frown.
"Ahh, Baby, we kind of have this holiday ball that we are going to. Will you go with me?" He asked, looking at the ceiling.
"When?" Michelle asked, scrunching her brow.
"Err, the 22nd," Legates said. Michelle sat up and stared at him wide eyed.
"Are you serious? You waited until the second week of December to ask me?" Michelle sputtered at him in astonishment. He grinned at her sheepishly and shrugged.
"Putz," she said, grinning and smacking him lightly. He kept the grin plastered on his face and fluttered his eyelashes.
"Please?" He asked, changing to a pleading look. Michelle sighed and shook her head.
"Okay, but I really shouldn't since you waited so long to ask me," she said, cutting her eyes at him.
He grinned and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Martinez walked into the room and groaned at the pair on the couch.
"I don't suppose you can pull a hot girl from your back pocket for me?" Martinez asked, flopping down on the couch next to Wilson. Wilson sat with the rest of Techie's food in his hand.
"TECHIE!" Michelle shouted at him in astonishment.
"What?" Techie asked, jerking around to look at her.
She pointed to the box in Wilson's hand. Techie turned and groaned then snatched the box from his hand.
"Dammit, Wilson," Techie growled.
"He's sleeping with you," Brown rumbled with a narrow eyed glare.
"What? I like Chinese food," Wilson said, grinning.
Michelle turned a scowl on Techie.
"I'm going the hell home tonight if he's sleeping in your room," Michelle grumbled.
Legates shot Techie an irritated glare. Martinez sighed and turned back to look at Legates and Michelle.
"Awww, come on, Michelle. I know you have a friend. Maybe one who will go to the Christmas Ball with me," Martinez said, turning the pathetic eyes on her.
Michelle sighed and closed her eyes to think about who she could con into going with him. Sighing, she stood up and glowered at Martinez.
"I'll be right back," she grumbled as she left the room. Legates watched her disappear and his face furrowed. He shot a dark look over at Martinez.
"What?" He said, leaning back into the couch.
"You should be glad I like you," Legates rumbled.
"Why?" Martinez asked, scrunching his face in befuddlement.
"Because I think my girlfriend just went to make a deal with the devil so you'd have a date. I have a bad feeling this is going to backfire and bite ME in the ass," Legates grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Martinez just smiled at Legates and chuckled. Michelle returned a few moments later wearing a glower. Sitting down, she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I got you a date, Green Bean. But know this right now. I am not a dating service," Michelle said, her eyes moving around the room to each of the men. They nodded in agreement and she turned her gaze back to Martinez.
"Tanya said she will go with you," Michelle said.
"In return for?" Legates asked suspiciously.
"A return favor of her choosing," Michelle sighed, looking at the ceiling in resignation.
"You did, you signed a deal with the devil," Legates groaned, pulling her over onto his lap. She sighed and slumped into his lap.
"Uh huh. Not that it was hard to get her to agree but she still made me return the favor," she groaned.
"Can't be that bad," Martinez said. Legates snorted, shook his head and ran his hand down Michelle's arm.
"Thankfully, I only have another week of school before the holidays. Down side is that finals are the week we come back from vacation. I think they do it on purpose," Michelle grumbled.
"Anyway, Techie keep this weekend open. There's some really cool stuff happening on Saturday," Michelle murmured as she slid from Legates' lap, laid down on the couch and put her head on his thigh.
Michelle rolled her eyes at Romero's chuff. Legates' hand rubbed down her back and gently squeezed when he heard the noise Romero made.
"So, what's for dinner?" Michelle asked, looking over at Techie.
"Applebees okay?" Techie asked, looking over at Legates and Michelle.
"Fine by me," she said.
"Works for me," Legates said, shrugging.
"If we leave in the next fifteen minutes then we'll miss the dinner rush," Techie said. Michelle sat up with a grunt and pulled her boots on, zipping them up.
"Why do your boots zip up?" Romero said, looking at Michelle's boots.
"Because some boots you're going to wear more often, black, dark red, brown, navy blue and so on. I prefer not to spend twenty minutes lacing each boot. Twenty holes is a butt load of holes to lace each time," Michelle said, pulling the zipper closed. Romero snorted and glared at her. She shrugged and stood up.
"You know, I didn't used to think that boots were hot. But you know those boots, yeah, they're hot," Addison said, eyeing Michelle's boots.
"If you're a good boy I'll show you my Leanne twenty eye boots," Michelle said, smirking.
Addison threw his head back and started laughing. Legates shook his head and grinned at her.
"I'm going to have to go digging in your closet," Legates murmured.
"Well, you have to dig in Tanya's as well. We wear the same size so I have double the amount of shoes," Michelle said, sniggering. Legates sighed and wiped his hands down his face.
"Am I going to have to move her shoes too?" Legates growled teasingly, glaring at her.
"Nope, she hired someone to move her stuff," Michelle said.
"And you didn't do that, why?" Legates asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"First because I'm a tightwad and second because I didn't want to miss the chance of seeing your hard rippling body lifting my stuff," Michelle said, smirking.
"Well, at least she's honest about it," Techie said, chuckling. Legates rolled to his feet and laughed.
"I'll go get my keys," he said, moving towards the door. The other guys stood up and followed him out of the lounge.
"Woaah, I ain't buying all you chumps dinner," Techie muttered, holding his hand up.
"Fine, we'll buy our own but we're going with you," Goodman said, shaking his head.
The men filtered outside and started talking riding arrangements. Michelle was laughing at them when Perkins turned to smirk at her.
"I don't know what you're laughing about. We usually don't have room for an extra person. So you'll be riding in someone's lap," he said, laughing. She shook her head in a negative motion.
"Nope, front seat of Josh's truck. We might be able to stuff Goodman into the toolbox," she replied, grinning.
"Hey, hey," Goodman said, laughingly stopped her. Legates walked out and stood there with his hands on his hips watching them decide.
"I AM NOT riding in the toolbox," Goodman yelled while trying to choke back his laughter, making Michelle burst into giggles. Legates turned to look at her.
"You suggested that didn't you?" He asked, with a small smile tugging at his lips.
She shook her head no but the twinkle in her eyes gave her lie away. He threw his head back and started laughing. Five minutes later, they had it figured out. At some point Maggs and Martinez had joined the discussion and the trip. Finally, Michelle took Legates' keys.
"Josh, Techie, let's go. I'm hungry and these people are taking too long making a decision," Michelle grumbled.
She walked towards the truck and the men scrambled to get to their cars, arguing about seating as they went. Michelle unlocked the truck and the men behind her paused to laugh at her as she climbed into the front seat.
"You're going to have to buy her a stepladder," Maggs said, laughing.
"Yeah, I know," Legates said as a grin spread across his face.
"Stop laughing at the woman and get the hell in the truck," Michelle growled.
The men burst into laughter at her growl. She glared, pulled the door closed then slid across to the driver's seat.
"Shit," Legates yelled and started running towards the truck. He yanked the door open and put his hand over hers.
"Alright, Baby, I know you like things big but this is my truck. So move over and we'll leave," he promised. She pouted at him and crossed her arms.
"Okay, but shut up and drive," she said, smirking at him. Maggs burst into rolling laughter at her comment and Techie looked at him in question.
"Do...you...have...have-" Maggs had to stop so he could laugh.
"Yes, I have a ride smoother than a limousine," Michelle said, smirking over her shoulder at Maggs. He leaned over, put his hand on his knee and bawled in laughter.
"Just get in the truck, Maggs," Techie said, smacking Maggs in the back of the head. Michelle climbed back into the passenger's seat and Legates swung in.
A/N: Tomorrow...whipped, Applebees, rude hand gestures, the ex, golden showers, Cruela DeVille, not safe, a huge freaking mess, five minutes, scary guy, big things, toilet paper, vomit, three hours, and coffee.
