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I open the peanut bag, and I start to eat. After a minute, I toss several peanuts at her.
“Dangerous,” she says in the zone. I toss another and she remains focused. “In the mouth.”
I’m unsure if she’s messing with me, but who really cares, now? It’s starting to get out of control, and the train has left the station. Finally, I stand, and I walk behind her. I lift the packet carefully, and Storm laughs, as she opens her sinful lips. We really are going to do this.
Slowly, I pour my load of peanuts between her full plump lips. Storm chews, and asks with her saucy mouthful, “That it? That’s the full load?”
“You could not handle all I have, dear.”
Dear?
What the...
Suddenly the minx banks left and right. Alarms cry, and I reach over flipping switches. “Hey, it’s not a God-darned toy!”
“That’s exactly what it is,” she says tossing me a look.
I watch her closely and realize she must be watched. “You lack discipline.”
“Probably.” She says. “But the thing is, no one wants to administer it.”
This is getting way out of hand, and I need to shut it down and now! “I’m not good for you, Storm. And you need to understand that.”
There is silence, and we continue flying at five hundred miles an hour over the earth.
“Says you!”
We fly in silence, for what seems like hours. Likely, it’s only ten minutes.
“I was thinking. About what I’m going to wear to the party.” She says. “I’m not really, you know, the gown and diamond type, and I don’t have any evening dresses.”
It’s the one style of clothing we did not buy back in NY. “Right,” I say realizing. “I suspect you’re Anastasia’s size.”
Storm looks over, trying to be casual. She fails miserably. “Is she another ex?”
“No, Anastasia, is Ryan, Troy and Chris’ cousin. She’s a Remington.”
“And you think she’ll have something suitable?”
“She will, and she will be there. Anastasia lives in Bel Air, she’s a costume designer for movies.”
We fly in silence until I decide to mess with her. Just to show her who is in control. “Just remember to behave yourself.”
“Wow, the grump thinks he’s funny, again.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“So grumpy. You know why I think you’re grumpy?”
“No, and I’m not interested.”
“Well, I’ll tell you all the same. It may even help you.”
“Here we go.”
“You. Need. To. Learn. To. Relax.” I shake my head. “And live in the now. Also, lighten the F up. Oh, and also, get laid!”
I sigh and shake my head, “what am I going to do with you?”
