Without A Problem

Enough wasting time. We were out of there! Down the stairs, out the back door, and through every alley. Maybe Emma hadn’t gone to the police, I couldn’t risk it. Maybe my shock collar was no longer able to kill me, I couldn’t risk it. Maybe I was bullet proof now, I couldn’t risk it. I needed to end this all tonight. Skyros. Thetis all of it. I couldn’t risk living in this society one more day.

So I went to the most important element in all of this:

Jasmine.

We stowed Mel in a dumpster, because it was going to look hella suspicious if we waltzed in with a nylon mummy. We’d be back for her soon enough. The next challenge was going to be the guards around Jasmine’s apartment. I doubted they would have let me in if I’d asked them, but I had a plan.

See, I have this little app on my watch…

So the guards stop me, slinging their machine guns over in my direction like a third rate autocracy. “What do you want?” They ask, looking awfully trigger happy, despite my harem of women just behind me.

“Jasmine asked to see me.” I answered confidently. “Hey Jasmine! You asked to see me right?” I shouted so she could hear me from her apartment.

Then from the other side. “Let them in!”

The guards looked surprised, and none too pleased with my grin, but they let us in regardless. Pulling the knob and sweeping us inside, Me, Miranda, Daisy, and Brooke. What a team.

Jasmine jumped out of her seat when she saw us let in. She was still wearing the jean shorts and top I’d picked out for her, looking deliciously trashy. “Let them in!” She said a second time, waving her arms frantically. But the guards just closed the door and left us to our meeting. “Let them in.” Jasmine sneers at me, I have no doubt whatever she just said it was a cutting barb.

I opened my app up, and gave her back the rest of the English language. It was hard to make do with only three words. “Baby you look great. Did Thetis love your outfit?”

“She sent Mel to capture you, so you better just turn yourself in.” Jasmine didn’t even know she could properly now. Or rather, she didn’t know there’d been anything off to begin with.

“It’s true then!” Brooke gasped, she squated down to the floor and put her head between her knees. Daisy was freaking out too, but was too busy sucking on Ms. Humpy to say anything about it. Though I think she might have started sucking harder looking for comfort.

“She told you?”

“I was there. I told her about how I couldn’t get dressed without you, and she said the two of you were playing some game. She wants you dead Brett.”

“A game? I’m not playing any… ooooooh shit.”

“What?” Miranda was next to me now, rubbing my shoulders, being the girlfriend my wife refused to be. She loved it. “Are you Okay, Master?”

“Brett, Master?” Jasmine hunched over, laughter wrecking her body. “I knew you were pathetic Miranda, but this is too much! Hahahaha, master! Haha!”

Miranda didn’t let go of me, and just snarled at Jasmine. “He’s your master too, you just don’t know it yet.”

“Thank you Miranda.” I kissed her. “I’m fine. I’ve finally figured this city out. Everything makes sense now.”

“How, why?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. I just have to see Thetis.”

Jasmine crossed her arms. “Good luck. Maybe they’ll give you a meeting once you’re behind bars.”

I smiled at my wife. “Thank you for wishing me luck, because you’re going to get me that meeting.” I turned to Miranda. “Get me the block of Velvetta from the fridge, and a loaf of bread.”

Jasmine jumped. “How did you know, I had Velvetta in there?”

“Baby please.” I went behind her and crashed on the couch. “Have a seat. Brooke, Daisy, stay out of the way unless I ask for you.”

“How dare you talk to women this way.” Jasmine stomped over to me. “Get out, right now. I don’t want you here.”

“Baby.”

“I’ll call the guards on you, and you’ll be arrested, and I’ll never have to see you again.”

“Then why don’t you?” I crossed my legs, to hide how much they were trembling. Please don’t call them, please don’t.

“Because…” She was blushing. “...I need you to pick out my clothes.”

“You love me!” I shot up to my feet. “You still love me! I can tell, I’m wheedling away at you. Everyday you love me a little bit more. Well me too Baby. My love for you grows and grows and is never going to stop.” I grabbed her hand to kiss it, but she yanked it away.

“I love you so much you hunky man!” She glared at me for a moment… and then the words she said hit her, she gasped, and then covered her mouth. “What was that?”

“You just admitted you loved me!” I cheered, and punched the air. I could hear Miranda scoff from the kitchen.

“Shut up! I love you so much you hunky man!”

“I love you too.”

“Stop! I’m not saying that. I’m trying to say, I love you so much you hunky man. Ugh, what’s happening?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Yes!”

“Maybe try to spell it out.”

She growled. “S. I. T. B. O. Y.”

“Oh you’re trying to fry me again, I see. But you can’t say it huh? Weird. You can’t get dressed without me, you can’t bring yourself to hurt me. Admit it Jasmine, you still have feelings for me.”

She crossed her arms and plopped on the couch. “Maybe I did once, but I love Thetis now, I’m carrying her baby.” She grabbed a beer off the coffee table and swigged from it, before reaching over to the side of the couch, and lighting up a cigarette.

"Baby! What the hell are you doing? You're pregnant... and you don't smoke?"

"What are you talking about?" She took a drag from the cig.

"It's bad for the baby."

"Pffft says who? I'm not going to let some fucking doctors tell me what I can't and can't do just cause I'm pregnant with some brat."

My mouth was agape, and then it hit me. "Riiiiiiiiight you're trailer trash, I forgot." I laughed to myself. "You had me worried." I leaned my against the couch, I was getting exhausted from this year of a day. “Even if I do win you back, we’re never going to be the same. I don’t know how I’m going to live with the things I’ve done to get you back.”

“Then just give up. It’ll make everyone happier if you were just gone.”

Miranda came in at this part of the conversation, dropping a brick of Velvetta on a plate, and a whole loaf of bread. Her face was a war mask as far as I was concerned. Perfect rage mangled and warped her face into a tangled snarling mess. “I know she’s your precious wife Master, but please let me punish her for saying something like that.”

I smiled at her, and shook my head. “Oh she says stuff like that all the time, it’s fine. She doesn’t mean it.” I tilted my head. “I do want you to get her dressed though… something more comfortable.”

What Outfit does Miranda Choose for Jasmine?