Chapter 13
*~* Barbara *~*
Goddamn these men and their stupid ways.
If this is what life is going to be like as part of the MC, they can keep it.
How is a girl supposed to get her lovin’ with all these interruptions?
It can’t be this difficult to get laid, humped, boned, screwed or just generally fucked in this place.
I sound like one of the club women, but at least they are getting it regularly, which is more than I can say.
I’d settle for a bit of heavy petting right now.
“That’s good to know, but I think you’ll need to discuss that with Cannon.” Ghost raises his eyebrows at me as we walk into the compound.
“What? Oh! Well, I keep trying to get there, but you great oafs keep getting in the way.”
Stepping into line with the other women, Molly, Jamie, Pattie, Anya, Bri, and Marci, all present and correct, I scowl at Molly, and she blinks back at me, surprised.
Ghost wastes no time in getting us doing warm-ups.
Star jumps, running on the spot, neck rolls, hip circles.
By the time we’re warmed up, the only one not gasping and looking like they are on death’s door is Pattie.
Taking us on a jog up the compound path, Ghost sets what he calls a leisurely pace.
My legs must be far shorter than everyone else's because I feel like a Chihuahua at a Great Dane marathon. He stops the others twice just so that I can catch up. By the time we’re back where we started, I’m ready for the EMTs to come take me away.
These are not the fun times I was envisioning when I thought this idea up.
Naturally, when he pairs us up, he puts Pattie and Jamie together, they are virtually sisters in every way anyway, Bri with Marci and Molly with Anya. Of course, I get to spar with Ghost. David and Goliath do not do justice to our pairing.
Fortunately, in our first lesson, he concentrates on how we get out of certain holds and grips that someone might put on us. At the end, he demonstrates some throws. He goes through the motions with me, but unless he were to throw himself to the ground, I couldn’t move him.
We do some cooling-down exercises, that I cheat at and do next to nothing as I’m so worn out.
When he finally declares that we are done for the day, we all look similarly exhausted, except for Pattie.
She looks like she could still go ten rounds with Mike Tyson.
I don’t think she’s broken a sweat, unlike the rest of us who are soaked in it.
Taking two fingers of my right hand, I place them in front of my eyes and then point at her with them.
When I flick them back to myself to repeat it, I poke myself hard in both eyes.
Shit, that hurt. Pattie bursts out laughing at my misfortune and points out in a loud and clear voice, “This was your idea, Little Miss Prim and Proper. You invited everyone to the party. Let’s not make it a pity-party, eh? ”
When everyone else laughs along with her, I do my best biker-bitch growl impression, but it comes out like a damn kitten wheezing with asthma. This causes another round of laughter, and I almost choke when I join in.
“First place today goes to Pattie. Well done, girlie. Keep it up and we might even have you working security for us one day.” Ghost grins, but Pattie is almost beside herself with this compliment.
A couple of fist pumps accompanied by a yes each time tells us all that she is going to be a force to be reckoned with at these sessions from now on.
We all head into the kitchen where Pattie dives into the fridge and starts throwing bottles of water to us all.
I fumble the catch and it hits me squarely on my right boob, causing me to grunt.
I may not be cut out for this rough stuff, despite my earlier excitement at becoming the next G.I.
Jane. I think I’m more likely to be Private Benjamin.
Finally breathing normally, I listen in to Pattie and Anya’s quiet conversation. They are discussing Cannon’s missing truck. They have a theory about who has the truck, why, and where it could be.
“If you’re so sure about it, why don’t you tell Pres or Cannon your thoughts?” I ask and they look at me as though I have two heads.
“Why would we do something as dumb as that? They probably wouldn’t take any notice of our idea, and besides that, when we’ve got some more training under our belt, we may just go and get it back ourselves.
Show these men just what we are capable of.
” Anya laughs at her own idea, and so do the others.
Bri and Marci voice their concerns as the longest-serving old ladies about how the men would react to that.
Jamie and Molly look a little more serious about the idea as they laugh though, and that worries me.
Getting up from the table, they tell us to stay put.
Back in only a minute or so, Molly has a couple of bottles of wine, and Jamie has seven glasses.
The next hour or so we discuss what skills we would need to have to pull this off, and when we are done, there are no less than ten empty wine bottles on the table.
Feeling decidedly woozie to say the least, Jamie and Molly help me to my room and even help undress me.
I slip into bed naked as soon as they are gone, barely registering the fact that Cannon is already asleep and also naked.
During the night, I have a weird dream that I stop him from making love to me. That’s more of a nightmare considering how I’ve been throwing myself at him, all to no avail.
Waking in the morning, still in darkness, I desperately need to pee.
Finding myself lying across Cannon’s chest with one leg across his thighs, I move slowly so as not to wake him.
When I slip out of bed, and as my feet touch the floor, my head spins terribly.
Almost crawling to the bathroom, I empty my full bladder and wash my hands.
Seeing myself in the mirror, I look and feel like hell.
I brush my teeth, and even the taste of the toothpaste makes my stomach turn over.
Slipping back into bed, I notice that Cannon has some impressive morning wood.
I hope to God he doesn’t wake up and try to use it, I think to myself.
I’ll probably throw up all over him. Falling back to sleep, I have some extremely erotic dreams, however, they all end badly and without me ever having sex.
Waking up again, I glance at the clock and see that it’s past nine a.m. already.
Holy shit. What was in that wine? Where is my man?
The bed beside me is empty, and there are no sounds coming from the bathroom.
Climbing carefully out of bed, I head into the shower and try to bring myself back to life.
By the time I reach the kitchen, dressed and reasonably human, everyone has had their breakfast and gone off to their respective employments.
I grab a mug of coffee, a slice of dry toast, and take a table in the rec room.
Halfway through the toast, and I admit defeat.
I’m not, nor have I ever been, a big drinker, and I didn’t think I’d had that much last night. My head and stomach believe otherwise.
Loud crashing noises come from the kitchen, and looking over, I see Pattie and Bri beginning the tidy-up of the breakfast dishes. Heading back that way, I give them a shush as I enter, and they both look at me, grinning.
“Well, well. Lookee here. Little Miss Lush has appeared. Didn’t expect to see you till late afternoon, if at all.” Pattie keeps smirking at my obvious discomfort.
“If you don’t keep the noise down, I’ll slink back to where I came from and stay there,” I tell her in a weak, pathetic voice.
“You certainly got through the wine last night. I didn’t imagine you as a drinker.” Bri throws this out and I’m surprised.
“I’m not normally a drinker and don’t remember too much from last night. What happened?”
“Do you remember the training session?” Pattie asks.
“Vaguely. You were on target to become a Ranger or Marine or something?” I state sarcastically.
“I’m on target for Special Forces, actually. I’m thinking of becoming a one-woman Delta Force.” Pattie slips an imaginary gun from her hip and spins around shooting imaginary targets.
“Well, good luck with that. I’m thinking more of Kindergarten Force, myself.” I slip onto a chair and rest my head on my arms.
Giggling, Bri and Pattie continue to clear the kitchen, and once the dishwasher is loaded and programmed, they each grab a coffee and join me.
“So. What do you think about us going rogue and getting your man’s truck back for him?” Pattie asks and is one-hundred percent serious.
“I think the drink was talking, and that it is a ridiculous idea. We are nowhere near ready for such a mission, if we ever will be,” Bri states clearly.
“I’m with Bri. I don’t think I’ll complete selection for the Cub Scouts, never mind the Boy Scouts.
I don’t see it happening. It was a great idea, but silly at best.” I’m beginning to recall bits from the previous evening now and seem to have a vague recollection of Ghost and Hellion getting involved. “Did we ask Ghost and…”
“Yes, we gave them a hypothetical scenario, and they gave us their military opinion of what we would need in expertise and equipment. They didn’t seem as outraged at the idea last night as you do this morning.” Pattie is serious about this plan, I can see that.
“Last night they were listening to seven drunk women gossiping about a hypothetical situation, you said it yourself.” I try to defuse the situation, but she’s having none of it.
“One drunk midget and six capable women,” Pattie throws back at me, slamming her hands onto the table, leaning into my face.
“Midget? I’ll give you midget.” Grabbing a handful of hair, I slam her head onto the table. She turns her head just before impact, or I would have happily broken her nose.
Standing up straight, Pattie rubs her cheek where a red welt is beginning to blossom.
“You wouldn’t have felt confident enough to do that twenty-four hours ago.
We could pull off getting that truck back.
I fucking know we could.” She walks away from the table, leaving me stunned by what I had just done.
“When the MC asked her to stand in for Jamie, they had no idea what they were creating, and now it’s loose and evolving faster than anyone could have predicted.” Bri shakes her head as Pattie disappears from the kitchen.
“Jurassic Park has nothing compared to what I am!” Pattie throws over her shoulder. “I eat T-Rexes for breakfast.” The laugh that follows makes me shudder, and goosebumps appear all over me.