The Courting Game-chapter 8
As quickly as Carbine's smile came, it began fading as soon as she saw Throttle's appearance. He looked like he had just been in a fight.
"Throttle, what happened? Did you wrestle a Plutarkian or a Catatonian?" She asked, concerned.
"They would've been the ones with their butts handed to them, not me!" He grinned back, as he brushed off dust and dirt from his vest.
"Uh, babe, why are your pants unzipped?..." Carbine began, then stopped.
Cecilla walked up and stood next to him. Large male hand prints of mud covered her white blouse.
She wrapped her arms around herself and looked down. Throttle's grin vanished like a puff of smoke. To say this whole scene was awkward was an understatement.
Carbine was now livid with rage.
" That two-timing ,scum-sucking creep! I come here asking for another chance and he's making out with another woman!" She thought, angrily.
"You must be a friend of Odysseus. I am Miss Hawkings. I own this farm." Cecilla began, breaking the silence and holding out her hand.
Carbine folded her arms and just frowned at the woman. She refused to shake hands with her.
"His name is Throttle for your information!" She replied, coldly, then to Throttle, "How could you?!"
"Excuse me? You stepped out on me! When we were together, I never cheated on you but you decided to date Steel while I'm on Earth fighting Limburger!" Throttle screamed, "Don't try to play the blame game with me!"
" Steel and I just had lunch in the military cafeteria. It's not like we slept together!" She replied, "I come here and find you with Miss Homewrecker here!"
"First of all, I will not allow you to insult me on my own property." Miss Hawkings said, "Second, Odysseus, I mean Throttle, never mentioned you. I had no idea he had a girlfriend."
"Now you know." Carbine said.
"I'm sure we can discuss this woman to woman." Cecilla began, then looking at her sideways, "You aren't afraid to talk to me, are you?"
"This lady doesn't back down from anything." She replied.
"Good, let's go inside to discuss this further." Cecilla said, walking towards the house. She smiled sideways at Throttle as she let her hips swing back and forth enjoying his reaction. She saw his eyes trained on her backside. Then he looked down.
Carbine's frown got deeper as she saw large handprints on the back of Cecilla's skirt particularly where her backside was. Throttle felt like crawling under a rock. Carbine glared at Throttle. He wished he were anywhere else but here right now.
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"We gotta help Throttle!" Charley said, "Who knows what that woman is doing to him."
"I wouldn't worry too much, Charley-girl." Modo said.
"Why?"
"Cause that woman's got the hots for him!"
"How do you know that?" Charley asked.
Vinnie looked down a little embarassed but at the same time excited. He didn't tell Charley or Modo what happened at Cecilla's house the other day.
Flashback...
He dropped his fork during dinner at Cecilla's house the other day and when he went under the table to get it he saw Cecilla remove her shoe and began rubbing her foot against Throttle's foot. He looked at Throttle who looked surprised. Cecilla gave the tan-furred leader a playful smile and wink. Vinnie watched as her foot went up and caressed his bro's calf. Then her foot stilled. He looked up to see Cecilla staring at him.
"Is anything wrong?" Cecilla had asked.
"Just dropped my fork." He simply replied.
"Here, let me get you another one." She had replied, taking it from him as she got up from the table. She had put her shoe back on and went into the kitchen and handed him a clean fork. She sat back down smiling at Throttle who smiled back.
End Flashback...
"And I think our bro is feeling the same way. He's on the rebound after splitting up with Carbine. I never did know what he saw in her. I always thought she was a skank." Vinnie replied to Charley.
"Vinnie!" Charley exclaimed, shocked by his words.
"Well, it's true! The first time we went back to Mars, we were accused of working for Limburger. She tried to have our own people throw us into a pit with spikes! She didn't ask whether it was true or not about us working for Lardbutt. She threatened to kill you if we tried to escape. Carbine just jumped to conclusions like she always does." Vinnie spat out.
It was plain that Vinnie didn't like Carbine, but he wasn't going to say anything. She was Throttle's choice. Even if he felt like she was a poor one. He knew Throttle had to come to that decision on his own. He discovered with glee the other day that his bro may already have.
"C'mon, guys, Carbine's not that bad." Charley said.
The two mice gave her a look that plainly said otherwise.
"Okay, so she's a little high-strung, okay a lot, but she did see she was wrong about you guys being traitors and changed her ways." Charley replied.
"My gray-furred mama always said it wasn't polite to say anything bad about a lady even if she's wrong, but Vinnie's got a point. The General ma'am tried to kill us. She threatened your life, Miss Charley-ma'am." Modo said.
"I know that, but, guys, we have a much bigger problem. We gotta get Throttle back!" Charley said, "We'll have to sneak back into the farm."
"Sweetheart, we're the Biker Mice from Mars. We don't sneak. We crash!" Vinnie replied.
"Most of the time. But Charley-ma'am's right. With the way Miss Cecilla was waving that wand of hers...if she is a witch, she can't know we're here." Modo said.
"In that book, The Odyssey, Circe was a powerful witch. Who would've thought we'd be fighting a witch? Wouldn't be the first time, though." Charley said, remembering their adventures as Biker Knights of the Round Table.
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"Don't try anything or I'll whip your tail!" Carbine told Cecilla. The later simply smiled. She lead them into the living room.
"Why, my dear, I wouldn't think of fighting you. Have a seat." Cecilla replied.
"I'll stand. Thank you very much." She replied, rudely.
"Of course, Here. Have some of my blackberry cordial."
"Actually, we would rather have a root beer if you have it." Throttle said.
"Of course, I'll get it right away." She said, walking into the kitchen, hips swinging back and forth.
Throttle watched her go and then shook his head. He had to get it together. But it was hard because he was a guy. A very lonely guy who happened to be the object of affection for one very hot woman. Now his ex-girlfriend happened to show up clearly not going to let this new rival come between her and her man.
It was a recipe for disaster he just knew it.