That fucking PHONE...

My phone Buzzed again in my hand, and I glanced to note yet another message from Imogene. This one was more perfunctory, a simple "ARE YOU THERE?" since it was clear that the "...is typing a message" wasn't appearing as Imogene expected.

"No... no I'm NOT here..." I poked at the touch screen, shutting the item down. "Hey Charlotte, You don't know a way to fake a cell tower outage, do you?"

"Uh Yeah, just turn your phone off and lie," Charlotte laughed, still reclining on the couch with a small portion of sheets wrapped around her. Nearby Helen had already pulled on a sports bra, and was scrambling about in her pack looking for something.

"Well what if she checks on local outages though?" I pointed out.

"If your sister is the type to check on that, she already expected you to lie. You lie to her often?" Charlotte smirked, stretching her arms back, and making her magnificent breasts heave in a way that caused no end of pleasure to my primitive brain.

"Wait, why am I the one who is in the wrong here?" I argued.

"You're not, but because I accused you of lying, you think you're at fault," Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "Basic Bitch Technique Alpha One. Nothing he does is ever good enough, but he's the only one who can be depended on."

"Boom, ouch... that one's gonna leave a mark hon," Kaila laughed, walking towards the kitchen. "Ok, I will make the apology breakfast for that one. Did you want to actually... hey, we've got some of that Chinese left..."

"Ugh, no thanks, last thing I need is reheated stuff," I groaned. "Tell you what. Since you three are the experts on women, what do YOU three think I should do?"

"How is this our problem now... I see what you did there." Helen laughed. "Nice move in the eternal battle of the sexes, now that we've given the advice you want to give us the responsibility too. Dammit, and not one of us can successfully play the innocent you have to protect here..."

"So, I would say not pick her up," Kaila offered.

"You would say that," I pointed out. "And then you'd accuse me of wanting to fuck Imogene and use a private conversation publicly. Not cool, and you know it, so can we not act like a couple of fucking teenagers?"

"Point for Brent..." Helen laughed from the corner, and I noted that she had pulled on a pair of underwear and shorts were just as rapidly ascending her legs. While I did love the sight of Helen nude, the sight of Helen dressing let me see that gorgeous body in all of its active glory. The thought that I was still inside her sent a shiver through me. "That's Basic Bitch Tactic Bravo One, so, good call on thinking a move ahead on the conversation. "

"Is this just a fucking game to you two?" Kaila snorted, a smile forming on her face. "Ugh, you're not supposed to take his side. You know there's a special place in hell for women who don't help other women."

"I hope that was a joke. Tell me that was a joke. Lie if you have to. Don't.... don't fucking quote HER, that is like... ugh, a million cold showers and a kick in the nuts gross." I shuddered.

"Damn, that's a harsh version of hell. Mine just had some spanking in it." Kaila smirked at me.

"Ugh, If I wanted to watch fucking Drama I'd go to the theater. Fucking kiss and make up you two. Or Fuck and make up. Don't care which, but... you know, can we make today FUN?" Charlotte laughed. "Ahm willin' to do whatevah come to mahnd... or Rahses to tha occasion..."

"Are we dressing or fucking?" Helen straightened, and her hands came to the hem of her bra. "Both sound good, but I'm voting out."

"I'm up, I'm up..." Charlotte laughed, letting the sheets fall from her body as she rose. I couldn't help but admire her lovely skin as she did so and noted as she cast about for clothes. "Brent, mind if I..." She picked up a blue and green shirt of mine that had been dropped in the main room at some point. She brought the garment to her nostrils, inhaling softly, before looking at me again. "Mind if I borrow this today? Just... you know, for fun?"

I nodded, noting that the bikini top that she was currently putting on was serviceable as a bra but would cause no end of attention from passers by if worn by itself. Which may of course have been the purpose of the shirt, since she didn't even bother to button it, leaving it to hang open as she gathered the rest of her clothes. In any case, it was a hot thought, and it took only a few more moments for us all to gather ourselves. Long enough for Imogene to send four more messages.

"Ok, seriously, ENOUGH Imogene..." I snarled, picking my phone up from the small counter where I had left it. It wasn't like anything had changed in the last five minutes, but her urgency struck me as strange. Just, why was I the one expected to make sacrifices here? I'd done this a hundred times, and all Imogene had done was come to expect it. Every time, she'd sworn that it was just bad luck, but over and over...