Walter punched in Krystal's number and pressed the speakerphone button. After three rings she picked up. Her hello was drowned out by something that made both him and Devon look up from their respective accounting books they'd been working on. Walter the cave business's. And Devon the bar's.
"Dad, help me! This crazy bitch got me tied ta her bed!"
Devon's eyes damn near bugged out of their sockets, mouth hanging agape. Walter's eyebrows shot up two inches. An equally stunned expression coming to his face. They looked at each other in shock. Mac sounded absolutely panicked.
Krystal's exasperated sigh could be heard over the speaker. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Hello Walter."
It took a few seconds before Walter got his bearings, mouth moving but no sound coming out. "W-wh.. sounds like you've got your hands full over there. Wad he do?"
"Ohh just the same 'ol same 'ol. He got himself into a little trouble last night concerning my personal boundaries. So now I'm attempting to strip Mac of his rapely tendencies." she answered with the sound of a zippo clanging shut in the background.
"He doesn't get laid unless it's by force, intimidation, cash, or alcohol. It's the only way he knows!" Devon hollered across the office from his desk.
Her booming laugh came from the speaker contagiously making both the men grin.
"How do you plan on breaking him?" Walter inquired, amused at her even being able to get him restrained in such a way.
A long exhale answered him. No doubt from Krystal blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"Hot pokers. Hire a trucker named Bubba to cornhole him. Not quite sure yet."
Now it was their turn to roar with laughter until they were red in the face from picturing Mac taking it up the ass from a burly truck driver.
"Whatever you come up with I'm sure he won't soon forget it." Walter told her proudly, wiping a tear from his eye.
"No doubt. I'm taking the day off. I've got a few errands to run. Then I've got to deal with this asshole." she informed him, referring to Mac.
"That's just fine darlin'. We've got more than enough stuff piled up. Take an extra day off if you like." Walter suggested, his fondness for the girl's increase of his revenue showing through. "But I do have a homework assignment for you. The Vegas guy is interested in that... what did you call it.. Care Bear? Stuff that you whipped up. Since Mac is the only test subject so far I need you to get some answers out of him about the side effects and whatnot. I'll send Devon over with a list of the questions.
"No problem Walter. I might not be back when he gets here but the back door will be unlocked. Call me if anything comes up." She replied before hanging up, the line going dead with a click through the speaker.
Devon shook his head with an amused smile on his face. "You sure you don't want to change your wager on the bet?"
Walter raised a bushy brow at his son.
"Come on dad, she's got to be yours. She's too fucked up not to be." he continued jokingly.
"We shall see." Walter answered, returning back to the paperwork in front of him.
'Why the fuck do there have to be so many kinds!?' Kristy thought to herself while standing in front of a frustratingly large array of condoms down the isle that also sported feminine hygiene products. 'Well I know the small ones are out. Dotted, ribbed, glow in the dark, warming, sheepskin. Sheepskin? What the fuck?' She sighed, at an extreme loss. She'd never gone shopping for rubbers before.
"Can I help you find anything?" asked a deep slightly humored voice from behind her.
Kristy jumped, twirling around to find a boyishly cute grocery clerk standing behind her with a megawatt pearly smile arranged on his face. Her face turned a particularly rare for her shade of scarlet at being caught with a box of ultra thin Magnums in her right hand. And a box of for her tingling pleasure in her left.
"No, Adam I don't." she snapped nastily after glancing from his green eyes to the name tag attached to his generic work vest.
The grin wiped clear off his face and he moved one hand to run through his spiky blond hair bashfully but his eyes didn't move from hers. He wasn't even looking at the scars. "Didn't mean to come off as a jerk, you just looked genuinely confused."
"I'm fine, go help someone else." she ordered while turning her back on him to face the daunting wall of contraceptives.
"Why don't you just call him?" Adam asked from behind her, unphased by her bristly attitude.
"Excuse me?" she drawled, not turning around.
"Your man. Why don't you just call him and ask what you should get." he answered before coming to stand beside her and reaching out to tap a pack of banana flavored ones, making it swing back and fourth.
'Because he's hand cuffed to my bed.' she thought cynically to herself as she turned to face him. "How presumptuous of you. Maybe I'm just getting them in case. Or to make balloon animals."
"Ah, well if it's balloon animals you're after I suggest the thick ones. Less likely to pop." he joked, throwing her a crooked smile.
Just as Kristy was about to tell him to fuck off an unhappy looking heavy set middle aged woman rounded the corner. "Adam, cleanup in isle seven, some pregnant lady blew chunks all over the place."
"Hopefully I'll see you around." he told her with another blindingly white smile before leaving her alone with her condoms.
'Hopefully not.' She tossed both packages in the cart in defeat. The last thing not crossed off the list were Mac's steaks. She cursed under her breath. 'Fuck, the meat is in isle seven.'
As soon as Devon closed the back door Mac started yelling from somewhere further inside the house. Placing the list of questions Walter had written out on the kitchen counter Devon followed the sound of his brother's angry voice.
"Bitch you best get the fuck in here an turn me loose!"
Mac stopped open-mouthed mid-yell when Devon came waltzing in the doorway with a shit eating grin on his face. Mac was mildly thankful now for the sheet Kristy had haphazardly thrown over his hips, happy he wasn't completely exposed to Devon.
"Git some bolt cutters outta' tha back a ma truck and get me outta this!" Mac bellowed at him.
Devon only laughed harder. "No can do, she'll skin me alive."
He pulled his phone out, snapping a picture of Mac. Who thrashed wildly in his restraints again, causing them to dig into his skin further.
"Swear when I get tha fuck outta here I'm gonna make maself a only child." Mac spat at him, pissed at Devon more so than he already was upon finding out about his date tonight with Krystal.
"Yew touch er tonight an I'll cut yer sorry excuse fer a dick off first b'fore I kill ya." he threatened.
Devon cocked his head to the side, confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Touch who tonight?"
"Don' play dumb she told me bout yer lil date." Mac growled, becoming even more agitated.
"Look psycho. I don't know what you're bitching about. All I've got planned tonight is getting shitfaced down at the bar." Devon threw back at him.
The sound of a door slamming shut stopped Mac from his retort. "Honey I'm home!" came a sarcastic yell from the kitchen area.
"Oh you're in for it now." Devon teased. "She told us something about red hot pokers and paying a dude named Bubba to fuck you in the ass and teach you a lesson."
"Bitch get in here!" Mac screamed as a look of pure horror swept over his face.