Disclaimer : You know the drill. I promise, no Ranger's were harmed during the making of this story. He probably underwent major humiliation, but all men need a few doses of that in their life, right?
Um, I'm still playin' this thing ear by ear, so if you have any suggestions I'm MORE than willing to hear them.. Help me out here people!
And now, for your feature presentation :
Okay, breath. Nothing major was happening.
I mean, after all, it's not like it's unusual for people to give their bosses poison ivy on their happy sticks.
Right?
Yes sir, land of denial is a damn good place.
You really oughtta visit sometime.
"Stephanie Plum?"
I looked up to see an innocent looking doctor enter my room.
Poor girl.
Probably, she had no clue what she was getting herself into.
After Ranger's discovery of our.. uh.. problem, he had immediately dressed in the loosest pair of pants he had, and instructed me to do the same. Without telling any of the guys, who I'm sure were dying from laughter at the sight of Ranger scratchin' through his pants while waiting on the elavator to reach the garage, Ranger had rushed us to the hospital, scratching, cursing, and growling all the way.
I just sat there, trying hard not to give in and scratch.
Like I said.
God is one cruel prankster.
"Okay, Ms. Plum, I need you to lay back now.." She talked to me as if this was my first gyn visit.
She poked and prodded awhile, while I lay there, wondering how pissed Ranger would be. I would have to fight the urge to tell him 'I told you so.'
"Tell who?"
Apparently I had been talking out loud again.
"Um.." my Batman-Cuban-sex-god-captain-of-the-Merry-Men boss that I just so happen to sleep with every other night..
Yeah, uh..
I don't think so.
Luckily, I was not forced to answer, because Ms. Doctor stepped away.
She gave me a prescription for some kind of cream that I was supposed to put on it.
How embarrassing.
I almost died of laughter, however, when I saw that Ranger had the same prescription.
"This is not funny," he growled.
I couldn't help it.
It was hilarious enough when someone proved that Batman was really a human.
Even if it did mean that I was dead meat.
Ranger apparently did not want to be recognized with this type of prescription under these.. um.. circumstances, because we did not stop at the local drugstore.
"Uh, Ranger? Home is that way." I pointed for emphasis.
He was in his zone, however, and ignored me.
Damn.
We stopped at a CVS on the other side of Trenton, after Ranger decided it was safe and that chances of being recognized were slim. We were half-way in the store when Ranger's eyes fell on a woman standing with her back to us. He stopped suddenly, and I looked over at him in confusion.
"Ra-"
He made an urgent "Shut-the-hell-up" face, but it was too late. The woman turned to face us.
"Well holy shit, Ric, what are you doing here?" The woman's eyes darted from him, to me, back to him. Her mouth slowly curled into a grin.
A very familiar-looking grin..
"Well I'll be god damned," she whistled. "Ricky, is this the Bombshell?"
Ranger's face was, to say in the least, pained. I looked from him to the woman in confusion.
"Steph," he said, his voice strained, "Meet my big sister, Carla."
Oh Shit.
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