Hope you enjoy the ride. C'mon, it's a limousine! and Monk and Natalie are in there!! Even not owing them, it's a great ride, I am sure!
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MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER
CH20
Bianca was in the front seat; Natalie was close to the left door and Monk was beside Natalie.
Bianca jumped in the middle, placing her hand on Monk's leg, "You know, you look pretty much like Gilbert. Without glasses. And a bit older. But this just gives you extra charm. Age is not a problem, right?" she asked, looking at Natalie.
Natalie was perplexed at Bianca's behavior, "I don't believe you have had that much to ..."
"I am not asking you, my dear." Bianca caressed Natalie's face, and then patted it twice, turning back to Monk.
He was shrunk down in the seat, without breathing. "Don't mind her, Adrian... so, where were we?" she asked, laying her body entirely against his.
Natalie was not used to deal with drunk people anymore, so she was watching Bianca's moves closely, waiting to intervene only if Monk was really in risk of an eminent kissing-attack. She was having fun. It was a kind of revengeful fun, a pay back for his omission there at the forest.
"Natalie, please." begged Monk, his voice muffled behind the handkerchief.
Natalie sighed and swapped places, sitting in front of the two. She tossed her injured leg into the middle of the couple, forcing them apart.
"The car hasn't moved yet, Bianca. Can you please make it move?" asked Natalie, trying to sound harsh while disguising a smile.
"Oh, that's right. I though there was something wrong in here. First I though it was the extra load," and looked at Natalie, "now I see we're not moving! Ha!" Bianca squeezed Monk's leg.
He flinched and pulled away. Then Bianca unceremoniously lifted Natalie's leg and dropped it on the floor, laying herself on Monk's lap, squeezing the communicator button at his side door.
Monk stretched up his body as much as he could, lifted his head and elbows without taking out the handkerchief from his mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!" He moaned, lowering his eyes to Natalie, who was enjoying the awkwardly funny situation.
"Carlos, podemos ir. Or if you prefer, Charles, we can go now," said Bianca, finding a more comfortable position in the seat; she had laid on it, with the back of her head in Monk's lap.
"You see? She's not dangerous, Mr. Monk," said Natalie for her own delight.
"Mmmmmm!" was the only sound that Monk repeated in the last minute, always looking at Natalie; his eyes wide open in despair.
"So, Bianca, are you Crystal's friend?" asked Natalie, trying to keep Bianca awake.
"Yes, Crystal! She's very nice! You know her?" she asked, sitting up quickly. "Ooohhhh, no fast moves. No fast moooves!" she began to repeat to herself, placing one hand on her forehead and opening the window.
"Mmmmmmm?" Monk grumbled again, shrinking in the seat.
"Mr. Monk, I am sorry, but are you sure we're safe with our drunken hostess?" Natalie was a bit concerned over their situation.
"U-hum." Monk agreed.
"Because she does not seem very reliable for me at the moment." said Natalie.
"Helo-ow, I'm right here! And I think I'm gonna ..." Bianca hung her head through the opened window.
"OOOH!" Monk shouted and jumped against the door of the car, with his arms in front of his face, his back against the door.
Then he jumped over to Natalie's seat, hiding himself behind her. Not satisfied, he opened the communication window between the cabin and the driver's place and squeezed himself through it, causing the driver to abruptly change tracks.
"Whatta hell?" asked Carlos, looking scared to Monk who was still struggling to pass through the window.
"She's throwing up! She's throwing up!" screamed Monk, finally getting his way to the passenger's seat.
Carlos had already parked the car.
Monk, fixing himself at the seat, with wheezing breath, looked at a speechless driver, "She's throwing up!" He stated once again.
Thank you, Kathy!