“So… where do you live?”
“On 18th and 6th. Are we going there now?”
“Depends. Parents home?”
“They won’t be for another hour.”
Trish hit the gas, and we were heading for my house. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke again.
“Jesus, you’re gonna get me in trouble, slut.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just follow my instructions from now on.”
“Okay… Is it okay to ask questions now?”
“Nope.”
Outside my house, we paused for a moment in the car. She looked at me. “This could be the beginning of a new life, you know.”
“I know.”
“Alright, let’s go into your room.”
I led Trish into my room, fearful and making sure I wasn’t doing anything that would constitute another fuck up. If Trish was already in trouble because of me so far, I didn’t want to make any more waves.
“Alright, you go through your dressers and closets and shit and pick out whatever you think makes you look the most K Girl. I need to make a phone call.”
The clothes that were most “K Girl” I deduced, were the sluttiest ones I had. The K group was always impeccably dressed in burlesque-type outfits. The kind of outfits that would usually result in untoward advances, if you didn’t have the power to go with it. As I searched my underwear drawer, Trish talked into her cell phone.
“Chelsea… yeah, it’s me. No, we’re over at her house right now… uh huh… how’d she take it? Really? Well shit, that’s good news, alright. Okay, when you come over tonight, we’ll write up the draft. Okay, one more thing. Any incoming communique from the Crix today? Uh huh… uh huh… Okay, listen, if anything comes through about that Derek Spliff kid, take it off the record. Yeah, the one washing the car… Chelse, please. Please. I know, this little tramp will be the death of me. Listen, I’ve talked to her, there won’t be any more fuck ups… Right? I know… Okay, listen, if she fucks up again, I’ll give you a call and we’ll Code 13 her… No, I wouldn’t feel bad about it at all, fool me twice, right? Yeah, she’s right here. No, she’s fully dressed. Alright, look - I gotta take care of this now. Okay, sweetheart, love you. Kisses.”
She put her phone away and looked back at me. “Alright, now everything so far has been taken care of. But I’m telling you, one more fuck up…”
“There won’t be. I promise."
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