An Ally at Last?

"Talk." Miranda demands as soon as you tumble into the seat. The car's so low to the ground, you nearly tip over as your ass lands in the seat.

"Just a second" You pant, Once again reminded of how badly you have to pee. "Can we stop somewhere on the way back I really have to..."

"No." She cuts you off. "You're going to tell me what happened this morning." She wrinkles her nose in what you guess to be disgust as she catches your scent, and presses her legs tightly together. "And give me that. That's Zoe's." Miranda snaps, as she snatches the purse from your grasp, and sets it in her lap.

You hold your hands up in annoyance. "Fine sheesh."

"Do you know how expensive this is? God. It looks like you **** it through a sewage drain."

The annoyance that had been snuffed out in the presence of the stud who just... asshole who just fucked you, is finally rekindled. He was an intoxicant who soothed even the most violent fury. With him, you'd lost yourself entirely, but now? You were sober, and you were sick of Miranda's attitude. Fury burned inside you, and you felt a renewed rejection of these round lumps of flesh stuck to your chest and belly.

"OH GEE!" You finally snap back. "I'm sorry I scuffed some stupid fucking purse. I was a bit busy running from spooks, and OH YEAH!" You nearly shout the final bit, and grab and shake your pregnant mass for emphasis. "Getting turned into a pregnant slut!" you gasped as a bit of pee slipped out as you shouted. But tried to hide it behind a heavy scowl.

Miranda simply stared forward, both hands on the wheel, and jaw clenching and unclenching over and over. "Sorry." She spits the words like a bitter drink. "But you're not the only one with some problems right now." You furrow your brow as you examine her, wondering if your intuition was right, and there was actually something different about her. "Like Zoe." Miranda concludes. "Can you imagine what she's been dealing with? In case you didn't realize, she didn't come back from our vacation."

"And You Knew." You follow up, accusingly.

"Yeah."

"So you talk." You press her.

"I'll catch you up once I figure out what we're going to do about all this."

You throw up your hands in exasperation, but Miranda simply starts the car and begins to drive. She opens the windows, but as the silence lingers in the vehicle, you relent, and begin to recount the mornings events.