Skyping with Bill

His first call to Bill was definitely not what he was expecting. Pulling up Skype he started a video chat with a buddy with skills he needed to utilize, but it quickly careened away from that.

“So, Molly told you about the Halloween party we planning later on, right?”

“Oh ya!!! Can’t wait!! This isolation has been such cramp on the scene, I am soooo looking forward to finally connecting again! I think I’ve even missed ya’ll some.”

Chuckling at the light jab at Paul’s less than famous social skills, “yes! Looking forward to having the gang all back together!” Paul didn’t even know who Molly was inviting. They had ‘couple’ and ‘scene’ friends, but Paul’s never been the type to really keep friends. He had coworkers he talked to, but they were definitely not on the list, but he was sure his social butterfly would make ensure everyone important was there.

“But the other thing I was calling for was help in getting physically fit for the garb”

“oh, right! She mentioned she was big on a costume theme! Some sort of mixer. But you’ve been working on those in home reps I gave ya’ll to shed off those quarantine pounds right?”

“Well, yes, but I seem to be getting stuck and I just don’t know its going to pass right.”

“Pass? What she got you going as a ‘300’ Spartan? An adonis on the scene?? You lookin to get shredded?!? Dude I can totally get you pumped up if you’re dedicated!”

“Heh. Uh.. Not exactly”, Paul chuckled nervously.

“What is it then?”

“Well, her idea is to complete mix up our costumes. And she’s thinking of going as *Lord* Marion and Robin Hoodie as a mix of Robin of Loxley.”

“K..... different..... but seems like a lordship could get away with a few extra pounds, but we can get ya lookin princely.”

Paul cringed that he’s actually going to have to spell this out, but its now or never, “not exactly.”

Bill looked at him quizzically via the video cam before it suddenly dawned on him.

“Oh wow! *You* are going to be ‘Robin Hoodie’?” What Paul didn’t consider was Bill & Molly had discussed that pivotal day years ago and how it made her feel all as part of their training and opening up as to why she wanted to explore the life. If Paul had thought about, he probably would have realized they had discussed it as they never really talked about it being a deep secret. They just agreed it wasn’t something to talk about to friends.

“So what, she gonna give you a wig and some big fake balloons and dress you medieval raider clothes?”

“Uh no, she’s thinking classic ‘slutty halloween girl costume’. She wants the whole short skirt, high heel, totally unreleastic but sexy look.”

“Ohhhhh..... and this is what you want my help on? Cause dresses are not my forte.”

“no, no, no, no. Nothing like that. She’s got the wardrobe covered. My thing is I agreed to all this with the condition if I do this, I do this whole hog and not look like some guy and silly drag. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right or were not doing it”

“ok. ok. I can see that from you.” Paul did not catch that Bill was identifying his insecurity.

“Ya, and I got this flab around my midsection that I just can’t seem to get rid of.”

“K, stand up and lift your shirt; let me see what I’m working with.”

Paul stood and lifted up his shirt to expose his bloated belly. Bill had to stiffle a chuckle as he realized it looked like one of his girls showing off a belly piercing and trying to keep her boobs modestly covered.

“Alright, there are some things we can do for that, but lets see what else there is.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Your legs, your arms, even your back; hell do you even know how to move like a chick? You ever even walked in high heels??”

Paul blushed a bit as the clack of the slippers in the bathroom before the humiliation reverberated in his head, “no, no I haven’t”

Bill’s predatory nature was kicking in a bit as he saw him backing down, “Well, before you go humiliating yourself you should probaly figure that out. You said you want it done right, right?”

“Well, ya, but...”

“But nothing! You realize how much training I put Molly through to get her to move as lithe as she does?? You remember how uncoordinated she used to be right?”

Paul was reminded how she surprised him with her six-inch heels early on as she gracefully crossed the dungeon to him. She had only worn 2- or 3-inch heels at most before and always seemed a bit out of sorts in them. He never really put that it was training that got her to move so smoothly; just kind assumed it was her determination or focus.

“huh, yea, I guess.”

“You guess??? Dude that was months of training sessions she worked hard on that. She wanted to look absolutely stunning for you!!”

“Wow... well, ya! She’s amazing!! You know that”

“Ya, I know that; I helped her get that way. And if you really want to *pass* and do this *right*, you should let me do that for you too.”

“um... ya, I umm... think. Um what would it mean?”

“Think? No. Either you're in this or you're not. I’m not wasting my time if you’re gonna bail on me.”

“No! I mean, yes! I’m in it. I want this to be right. I could really use your help.”

“Okay. You better mean that because I’m going to keep you to it. I’ll get a plan and routine together. Give me tonight to get it together and we’ll start tomorrow at 3:00p sharp. See you then!” *disconnect*

Paul was a bit flummoxed by the abrupt end. “K, guess that’s taken care of. What’s next?”