Lincoln drifted in and out of consciousness, his stomach growled and ached and his mouth was terribly dry...
How long had he been asleep?
All he could remember was Lola helping him into bed...
The fragrent smell of bacon invaded Lincoln's senses.
Cracking open a bleary eye Lincoln tried to groan but a scratchy hiss was all that escaped his mouth. The other half of the bed was still made, Lincoln wondered how mad Ronnie would be at him.
Lincoln hadn't seen much of the Latina since their fight...
Hopefully she would take pity of him, Lincoln had never been so hung over in his entire life. Seriously Lincoln was honestly considering giving up alcohol all together.
Dragging himself out of bed Lincoln pulled off the crusty tshirt he was wearing, next he pushed his underwear down letting them drop on the floor.
In the bathroom Lincoln appraised himself, bloodshot eyes with a fine growth of white facial hair. He looked terrible, Lincoln washed his face and shaved sloppily trying not to cut himself.
Once his work was done Lincoln pulled on a lose pair of pajama pants and a short sleeve shirt.
Satisfied Lincoln headed downstairs in search of the delicious smell and his wife...
The wonderful smell intensified as Lincoln approached the kitchen, familiar egg shell colored walls greeted the albino. The sound of sizzling, emminated from a skillet on the stove.
Lincoln's attention was firmly on the woman rummaging about in the fridge, curvaceous hips covered by a long orange skirt...
Swallowing Lincoln traced the curve of the woman's behind, disipite himself Lincoln felt some movement in his pajama pants. The loud curse living up to its name...
Lincoln's hand itched to caress that behind, thoughts of Ronalda's soft cinnamon curves teasing him...
That's until the woman shifted and a curtain of golden blonde hair cascaded down her back, Lola turned and smiled at Lincoln.
" Hello Lincy".
Lola grabbed a package of eggs from the fridge and walked back over to the oven. Lincoln stood dumbfounded for a minute, Lola was in his kitchen cooking...
It was almost alien watching the ex beauty queen mulling about in the kitchen, taking a seat Lincoln sighed audibly as. Ronnie must of left for the restaurant already.
" Did you see Ronnie Ann before she left this morning"?
Lola shook her head, " I haven't seen her since the other night".
Frowning Lincoln felt his stomach tighten with concern, was Ronnie Ann really that mad at him...
Patting his empty pocket Lincoln started panicking, " have you seeenn my phone Lola"?
The blonde slipped a plate of bacon and eggs infront of him, Lincoln furrowed his brow as Lola grabbed his cell phone from the kitchen counter.
Lola tsked Lincoln, " you weren't exactly in the best mindset earlier, I put you phone up so you wouldn't lose it"...
Wincing Lincoln felt his face flush, how much had Lola seen while he was trashed?
Lola patted his shoulder, " compared to Luna, your little escapade was like Sunday tea. Eat your breakfast then you can find that wife of yours."
Lincoln felt his stomach rumble as he picked up a slice of bacon, everything smelled amazing.
While Lincoln ate Lola cleaned up the kitchen, smiling softly Lola tried to contain her excitement, Lincoln wouldn't find Ronnie Ann any time soon. The thought of the woman in the basement made Lola giggle...
Lincoln looked over confused but shook his head as he dove back into his food. Downstairs Ronnie Ann finally stirred...
The dim light illuminating the basement was jarring for the Latina, jerking Ronnie felt the chain around her neck pull painfully on her treacha. It hurt enough to draw tears to her eyes, fear and panic battle for dominance in Ronalda. Her mouth was wedged open by a silicone ball gag...she was also naked.
The worst part was that she recognized where she was, her own basement. Jumbled memories teased her, Ronnie had no idea how long she was unconscious for.
Without a doubt this had something to do with Lincoln's weird sisters, Ronnie Ann was on the verge of being hysterical. The Latina knew that panicking wouldn't help her...