TEMPTATION EVERYWHERE, JAIL BAIT, COSMIC DRAW

I went with Temptation Everywhere for Miranda. The other one was too messy. I didn't really want to involve other women in my self life, if it wasn't mission critical. Though I had a hard time explaining what I'd done to daisy if that were the case. Regardless this seemed like a good way to at least reset my side of the relationship with Miranda, who was the most important person in Skyros for me at the moment.

Speaking of Daisy, I went with Jail Bait, which again, not a great name. Can't wait to see what other awful titles this thing has stored up. Anyway, again the other option seemed like it would involve too many people. Even if it did say Daisy would take the blame for me, the key to getting out was to be as unnoticeable as possible. And if that meant Daisy would prance around in a school girl's uniform, then that's just what would have to happen.

Finally for my Soul Mate, I chose Cosmic Draw. Even if I did nothing else with this app, eventually Jasmine would be mine once more. Ahem. Not that I owned her or anything.

I made my choices and glanced over at Miranda. Almost immediately her posture changed, and she seemed much more relaxed around me. She still looked upset, but it wasn't like I was radioactive anymore.

Woah.

I looked down at my watch. This thing was scary.

We exited the monorail and made our way back to the apartment walking through the clean and clear streets of this paradise together. The lights were dimmed to show that it was night time. We’re at the bottom of the ocean so the dome was almost always pitch black, but it was a good effect, and calmed me down.

“I can’t believe she did that.” Miranda huffed grabbing hold of my arm, and squeezing. “You poor thing, that slut was practically throwing herself at you in those shorts. Who wears shorts like that? Doesn’t she know it’s a performative thing for men? Oh of course she did. Little slut doesn’t belong here anyway.”

I cleared my throat, and held back the urge to slap anyone who talked about my wife like that. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. Though her hands were working out whatever nerves she had about the situation, gripping and ungripping some unseen throat. “I’m just upset she took advantage of you like that. You went there to say goodbye, and she just assaults you like that.”

“It was pretty mean wasn’t it?” I tried leaning into the victim angle.

“Yes it was.” She pouted sympathetically. “I thought I’d have you all to myself down here, but you’re just irresistible aren’t you?” She smiled up at me.

“Oh my goodness Miranda are you flirting with me right now?” Five minutes ago she was so angry with me I thought I was going out an airlock. This was awesome! There were no consequences! Now I knew what it felt like to be a rich white guy!

“Mmmaybe.” She smiled at me, and looked actually really happy. Like back on the island happy. Not just a moment of light in the eternal oppression we’d been feeling. “I just have to get out of my head about being with you. It’s hard taking all of this scorn just because of who I choose to date, but two boneified lesbians have been on you in two days. Clearly they’re all just jealous of what I have. And who wouldn’t be? You’re a catch! You’re empathetic, and wise, and you have great eyebrows.”

“That’s so nice.” I hugged her close to me. “For what it’s worth, I had a great time today. You know, until Jasmine **** herself on me, after I tried to say goodbye.” She nodded along. “This place really is a paradise.”

“Yeah.” She looked over at a fountain chugging away in the yellow street lights. “If only it didn’t have the people.”

Thanks for voting everyone! That was such a great response, way more than I was expecting. Also some pretty good reasoning for the choices as well. Feel free too drop suggestions for what Brett should do next, or possible traits for the gals of the story. Miranda is already due for another one. I really enjoy reader interaction, so don't be shy.