Mako's Message: New chapter! Woo! Good news. I paid a friend in spoilers to help me organize the next six chapter(counting this one) so from here to Ch200 the updates should be pretty regular. Ch200, btw, will be a bonus you'll want to get. Not saying it'll be epic or anything, cause it probably wont, but it'll have info you'll most likely want.
THIS chapter however... is mostly just build up, but should be fun anyway. Enjoy!
Today proved that what already felt like a long summer was going to be a REALLY long summer.
I had Angela and Katie join Dave and me for our jog this morning since it was time to follow up on my promise to train them.
I need to stop making promises. Or deals.
At the very least I need to get better deals. "Okay Dave, I'll train Katie, but you have to take me out on a date once a week, including kisses and sex."
Actually that sounds kinda bad. Even if he agreed to that it'd probably be minimal. Like, he'd take me to dinner then bring me home, kiss me, then bed me over my bed and... I take it back. I like that image. Sure, he might start doing it because he "had to" but once he got a taste I'm sure he'd start to enjoy it.
I don't really want him to "have to" though. I want him to fucking ravish me. I want him to pin me up against a wall or throw me on my bed, or, well, now I think I'll add "bend me over a table" to the list of things I want him to do to me and just rip my clothes off and kiss every part of me like he'll die if he doesn't and shove his big dick in me and fuck me into jelly.
Anyway. Today.
Today Angela and Katie joined us. Angela was surprised to see Katie and she's obviously still mad at her. I think there might still be a little bit of her old fan worship going on though, because it looked like she couldn't figure out what to say to her so she ended up just not saying anything.
Katie, on the other hand, showed up looking fucking perfect, as usual. She looked like a fucking model in a sports catalog. I don't know if she still has some delusion of winning Dave back or what, but Dave didn't give her the time of day so HA!
She didn't look so fucking perfect by the end though. Looked like she was gonna die for awhile there. Unfortunately she didn't. Angela fared slightly better because she'd been jogging for cheerleading. Obviously whatever they thought they'd been doing wasn't a REAL jog because Dave and I weren't even able to break a sweat trying to keep a pace they could keep up with.
I seriously wanted to ask Dave to do another lap with me but it took so fucking long we didn't have time before I was meeting Uncle John to take another look at my new building so we could figure out everything we needed to do to it.
When we stopped Dave looked at them and said, "Is this what it was like for you when we started?"
And I smirked at him and said, "No. You were in worse shape."
He groaned and started taking his weights off then I started doing the same.
When Angela looked up and saw what were were doing she went, "You were wearing WEIGHTS?!"
And Dave just looked at her and Katie who was just speechless and said, "Uh...yeah?"
I said, "You do realize my suit by itself weighs like, fifteen pounds don't you? And then put my weapons and equipment on top of that. I'm carrying about thirty pounds of gear every night. Dave's SUIT weighs more than all of my gear."
They both kinda whimpered at that, which I'll admit I enjoyed, so I tossed on, "And that's what you have to look forward to if you really wanna do this. Feel free to quit any time."
They said, "Never!" and "Not gonna happen." at the same time. It was kind of depressing but at the same time I felt kinda proud of them for sticking through it. Well, of Angela at least.
So then I held up two pedometers and said, "These are pedometers. They'll tell me how far you run and how fast you run it. You will either run with us every morning, or you will take one of these with you and use it daily to run two miles. If I think you're slacking, I will kick the shit out of you. If that fails to change your attitude, I'm gonna cut you loose. Do you understand?"
They nodded, so I held them out and said, "Which will it be?"
Katie took one, Angela didn't.
I was kinda surprised that Katie did. I thought she'd want to spend more time around Dave. Show him how hard she's trying. But whatever. The less time I have to spend around her the better.
I'd be mad about Angela butting in on my morning jogs with Dave, but at least this way I can try and run her into the ground and make her give this up.
Anyway, I met up with Uncle John an hour later to start measuring the place out and figuring out just what we can and can't do with the place.
One thing we didn't notice is that the little office on the second floor is actually attached to the ballet studio. There's a hidden door between the two. And by "hidden" I mean it's part of the mirrored wall in the studio. On the office side it looks like a normal door. A part of me wanted to leave it, just because, but I think the extra space will be better than having a secret door for no reason other than having a secret door.
I'm really liking the idea of having a loft living space or something. Put some cots and chairs or couches up there. The office space we could split into a kitchen and workspace to repair and maintain our gear. This'll be our best safehouse yet! It'll be like my old home with Daddy combined with the JF headquarters but better. I can't wait to start working on designs with Dave. This is going to be so fucking sweet.
Unfortunately the place needs a lot of work to get to that point. The place is dusty and there's still some junk in some of the rooms, and of course some general repair work. John and I actually spent a couple hours sweeping the place out and poking at everything to see just how much we'd need to replace.
The top two floors just need cleaned out. We'll figure out what to do with them later. I don't know what to do with the bottom floor though. I want to rent it out and I want it to be to something that'll get a lot of traffic so us coming and going wont be noticed but I don't know how to renovate it for a business when I don't even know what it is that'll be going into it. I'd like it to be a coffee shop or something like that, but there's already one of those on this block and... ah fuck it. I'll worry about it later.
Right now I have to figure out a way to explain my conspiracy theory to Marcus in a way he'll believe and dinner is in half an hour.
