Page 59 of Devious Gambit

“It’s those fucking sturgeons, I tell ya,” Josh said. “Those fish are massive.”

“With what?” I informed him since I knew a thing or two about water creatures. “They don’t have teeth, they have a suction-like mouth.”

“Ah, that explains why he went in Lake Superior to get a sturgeon to suck his cock,” Josh explained, as if it was all finally making sense to him.

“Fishy, fishy, fishy,” Greene yelled out almost hypnotically. “I’m the King of the castle and you’re the fucked up assholes.”

“Wait. What is he saying?” I asked Josh, half-laughing.

“Fuck knows.”

Emergency services arrived and cleared every one out of the way as a couple of officers went running inside to climb up onto the roof.

“Where’s the king of the castle…?” Greene shouted at the top of his lungs.

“He’s totally smashed,” I concluded and decided it was a good time to walk away. I went back inside our frat house, ran upstairs to fetch my books and backpack, and headed to class. I wasn’t a fan of Greene, but the last thing he needed was an audience.

As I weaved through the crowd, my phone rang and it was my big little sis, Erin.

“What’s up, Errie?”

“Hello my lil bro. Are you coming home for Christmas torture?”

“Didn’t think I had a choice. Ooops, I mean, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Do I detect sarcasm?” she enquired. Her breathing was always wheezy and heavy due to respiratory complications, but it seemed worst than normal. She was, by far, the most courageous person on the planet in my humble opinion.

“Are you surprised?”

“Is there any possible way, you could manipulate our stubborn brother to come?”

I groaned. “You know he’d rather stick pins in his eyeballs than spend Christmas with the parents.”

“Daddy and granddaddy,” she was using her cynical tone, “have an announcement to make and they want all three of us siblings to be there.”

“What sort of announcement?”

“I don’t know, they won’t tell me. I’m just the lowly crippled daughter, remember.”

“C’mon, Errie, you mean more to us than that. You’re at least at servant status,” I mocked.

“So kind, you lil’ fucker.”

I paused when I heard distressed shouting from the Vault. Greene was hanging his foot over the side of the roof again singing a Taylor Swift song, while swaying back and forth.

“Bit early for a party?” my sister stated.

“It’s not a party, more like a funeral. Anyway, I’ll give Maxwell a ring.”

“Shit, do you remember what happened the last time you called him ‘Maxwell’ to his face?”

“Yes, my jaw still clicks on that side from the solid punch he gave me. Anyway, how are you? Got a boyfriend yet?”

“You got a girlfriend yet?”

“Nope and you haven’t answered my question.” I spotted Dean Fontaine walking briskly over to the crowd, as police tried to calm everyone down. The more excited the crowd got, the more Greene danced and sang and…flung his cock about.

“Give me a break.”

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