Becky Luv!

“It’s no mistake, man,” Becky grinned, laying beside him in a plain loose t-shirt and worn blue panties. “Now quit hoggin’ and share them covers.”
Jack sat up quickly for a few reasons. Becky was a surprise alright, but she was known to be one of the most unpredictable (as well as especially skilled) and dangerous girls around. She had tried some damn near lethal methods on those she really despised and even McVan had trouble covering all her mayhem.

“Get out, Becky,” Jack insisted, jerking his thumb at the door.
“Five more minutes, sweety,” she giggled, snuggling up to his pillow. Her breasts bounced around in her loose top as she did.
Jack sighed, at least seeing that she was mellow. For this second. “How did you even get in here?”
“Through the chimney. Didn’t you hear? I’m fucking Santa Claus.”
“This is an apartment, Becky.”
“Yea, I wouldn’t tell your landlord I was in here. Kind of had to make my own chimney.”
“That’s great,” he said, shaking his head. He shrugged at her helplessly. “So what do you want anyway?”
“Business as always, I see,” Becky sighed, rolling over and leaning on her palm. “You can calm down, tightass. I’m…. well, I’m better now.”
Jack eyed her and thought. “This is that Aunt Becky personality right now, isn’t it?”
“I think so,” Becky sighed, sitting up a bit. “I became this way when Karen had her mean streak, but I managed to turn her back when I beat her down.”
“Good for you. I’ll send you a congratulations card,” scoffed Jack.
“I mean, I don’t know what I AM, Jack!” Becky snapped. It was suddenly very serious and stern, as if he’d touched a nerve. “I don’t know if I’m going to STAY what I am! If this is the new me, or if I’m just going back to…” She almost said normal, Jack noted. “To my old self.”
“So go see Humpalot,” Jack insisted. “She’s the shrink around here.”
“I know,” Becky grunted. “And she’s helped a little, but I need something bigger, you know?”
Jack decided to avoid the prod at how often she said “you know?” and listened.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Stay you, Jackie?”
“Don’t call me that,” he corrected quickly but politely. “And being yourself isn’t hard.”

Becky smiled a bit, but it was weak. Not the fiery, daring smile she usually had. “I saw what you can get like… when Tanya had her claws in you that one time, especially. That kind of thing doesn’t come and go that easy unless it’s real close to the surface.”
“And you want to know how to hide and contain your crazy,” Jack reasoned out.
Becky nodded meekly.