Page 92 of Her Sweet Surrender
She got up and ran to the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
Sir lifted the toilet seat with one hand while pointing at the rim with the other. Brie looked down and was shocked to see a foiled square with a smiley on it staring up at her in the same exact position she had placed it in Rytsar’s bathroom all those months ago.
She put a hand to her lips, giggling. “I guess Rytsar knows I had something to do with Master Anderson’s prank.”
Sir’s hand slipped and the lid fell with a loud clank. Brie’s eyes grew wide as she quickly lifted the lid and was horrified to see the fart bomb starting to grow.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” she cried, grabbing it by the corner and running as fast as she could toward the front door. In her haste, she fumbled with the lock and whimpered as the bomb continued to expand.
Oblivious to her naked state, Brie flung open the door and threw the fart bomb away. It skidded across the porch, hitting the side wall where it stopped. She watched as it filled up until it made a satisfying pop.
When Brie caught a whiff of the obnoxious smell, she started to laugh uncontrollably. Sliding down the frame of the door, she sat there, laughing so hard her sides hurt.
That’s when one of their neighbors jogged past. The woman did a double-take when she noticed Brie was naked.
Scooching on her ass back into the house, Brie quickly kicked the door shut, still overcome with laughter.
Rytsar had one more gift to give before leaving…
Brie realized Master Anderson was right. There were times when a practical joke was a sincere expression of love.
Sir stared at her with an amused expression, shaking his head.
“Oh, he got me good…” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Sir chuckled, helping Brie to her feet. “Whatwillyou tell the neighbors?”
Later that day, Mary called. Brie could hear the elation in her voice. “Hey, Stinks!
She pressed the phone against her cheek, thrilled to hear that kind of excitement from Mary.
“You’ll never guess where I am.”
Brie laughed. “I don’t have a clue.”
“You have to guess.”
She took a moment to come up with something clever. “You’re in Vegas, married to an Elvis impersonator?”
Mary actually laughed. “Not bad, Stinks, but you’re wrong.”
“Okay, then. Where are you?”
Mary threw her for a loop when she answered, “I’m staying at Lea’s apartment.”
Brie snorted. “Why?”
“Greg is out for blood.”
Chills suddenly paralyzed Brie where she stood. “What’s happened, Mary?”
“It’s all hush, hush, but Greg caught wind that you’ll be receiving a proposal in the next day or two.”
Although Brie was excited at the prospect, she was extremely concerned for Mary. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I just need to keep clear of the asshole while I watch his entire world burn to the ground.”
“You could stay with us.”
