cute, she thought. Her smile was huge.
All he saw was teeth.
“That would be these.” she said as she pointed to another
rack. Those looked much better. Not grandma, but not stripper.
“Perfect. Thanks.” he said.
“No problem. If you need me again, I'll be right over
there.” she said through her enormous smile.
He grabbed one of the bras in Jessica's size and then walked
to the panty section. There was the Plain Jane underwear he saw in her
drawer. He picked up a bag in her size, but then spotted some silk thongs. A
mischievous grin crossed his face.
He paid for the items and walked back out to the truck. As
he got closer, he could see Jessica with her head resting on the door and her
eyes closed. She was probably exhausted. She'd been through a lot over the
past few days. She was startled when the door opened. He handed her the bag
and started up the truck. She opened it and looked through the items.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed as she looked up at him.
Michael was grinning from ear to ear. He kept looking
forward. He was afraid to look at her, but couldn't get the smirk off his
face.
“You call this underwear?” She wasn't amused.
“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance. “I thought that's what
you girls wore?” The huge smile on his face betrayed the fact that he knew
better.
“Nice.” She shook her head and shoved the silk thong back
in the bag. “Next time, I go in with you.”
“That's probably a good idea,” he agreed, trying not to
laugh.
She looked out the window shaking her head. As the seconds
passed she found herself restraining a smile. It was funny, but she didn't
want him to know. He glanced at her and could tell she was holding back a
grin.
He pulled into the parking lot of a drug store. It too
looked a mess.
“You're not going to rob them, are you?” she asked,
remembering the bottle of Vicodin.
“No. But you do need a few things. Toothbrush, deodorant.
Tell me what you need, and if they have it, I'll get it.”
She gave him a list of basic toiletries, but also asked for
a hair dryer and curling iron. Ten minutes later he emerged with a couple of bags.
He threw them on the back seat and climbed in the truck.
“Is there anything you want to do before we go back?” he
asked.
“I think I'd really just like to have a shower now.”
“Sure thing.” He started up the truck and they headed back
to the hideout that was now her new home.
MICHAEL DUMPED the shopping bags on the futon.
Jessica rifled through them moving what she needed to shower into one bag.
“Do you need to use the bathroom before I go in?” she asked.
“I plan on taking a long shower.”
“I'm fine, you go right ahead.” He turned on the TV and sat
at the edge of the futon.
Jessica turned on the shower water so it could warm up. She
hadn't showered in days and couldn't wait to hop in. She put down the lid to
the toilet and sat on it while she carefully unwrapped the bandage around her
ankle. She stripped off her clothes and stepped in, savoring the feel of the
hot water washing over her skin. She closed her eyes and with a deep breath
felt every muscle in her body relax.
The news came on while Jessica was in the shower. Michael
watched to see if there were any updates on the cafe shooting or the two men
arrested on Carter Road. As he expected, there was nothing and the police were
still asking for the public's help. Good luck on that , he thought.
He heard the shower stop followed by the sound of Jessica
brushing her teeth. The door opened and his heart skipped a beat when he saw
her. She looked incredible in the pants and red was definitely her color. She
looked relaxed and content. As she limped over towards him, it occurred to him
he should check her ankle again.
“I'd like to take another look at your ankle. And we should
probably wrap it up again.”
“Alright.” she said as she plopped down
All he saw was teeth.
“That would be these.” she said as she pointed to another
rack. Those looked much better. Not grandma, but not stripper.
“Perfect. Thanks.” he said.
“No problem. If you need me again, I'll be right over
there.” she said through her enormous smile.
He grabbed one of the bras in Jessica's size and then walked
to the panty section. There was the Plain Jane underwear he saw in her
drawer. He picked up a bag in her size, but then spotted some silk thongs. A
mischievous grin crossed his face.
He paid for the items and walked back out to the truck. As
he got closer, he could see Jessica with her head resting on the door and her
eyes closed. She was probably exhausted. She'd been through a lot over the
past few days. She was startled when the door opened. He handed her the bag
and started up the truck. She opened it and looked through the items.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed as she looked up at him.
Michael was grinning from ear to ear. He kept looking
forward. He was afraid to look at her, but couldn't get the smirk off his
face.
“You call this underwear?” She wasn't amused.
“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance. “I thought that's what
you girls wore?” The huge smile on his face betrayed the fact that he knew
better.
“Nice.” She shook her head and shoved the silk thong back
in the bag. “Next time, I go in with you.”
“That's probably a good idea,” he agreed, trying not to
laugh.
She looked out the window shaking her head. As the seconds
passed she found herself restraining a smile. It was funny, but she didn't
want him to know. He glanced at her and could tell she was holding back a
grin.
He pulled into the parking lot of a drug store. It too
looked a mess.
“You're not going to rob them, are you?” she asked,
remembering the bottle of Vicodin.
“No. But you do need a few things. Toothbrush, deodorant.
Tell me what you need, and if they have it, I'll get it.”
She gave him a list of basic toiletries, but also asked for
a hair dryer and curling iron. Ten minutes later he emerged with a couple of bags.
He threw them on the back seat and climbed in the truck.
“Is there anything you want to do before we go back?” he
asked.
“I think I'd really just like to have a shower now.”
“Sure thing.” He started up the truck and they headed back
to the hideout that was now her new home.
MICHAEL DUMPED the shopping bags on the futon.
Jessica rifled through them moving what she needed to shower into one bag.
“Do you need to use the bathroom before I go in?” she asked.
“I plan on taking a long shower.”
“I'm fine, you go right ahead.” He turned on the TV and sat
at the edge of the futon.
Jessica turned on the shower water so it could warm up. She
hadn't showered in days and couldn't wait to hop in. She put down the lid to
the toilet and sat on it while she carefully unwrapped the bandage around her
ankle. She stripped off her clothes and stepped in, savoring the feel of the
hot water washing over her skin. She closed her eyes and with a deep breath
felt every muscle in her body relax.
The news came on while Jessica was in the shower. Michael
watched to see if there were any updates on the cafe shooting or the two men
arrested on Carter Road. As he expected, there was nothing and the police were
still asking for the public's help. Good luck on that , he thought.
He heard the shower stop followed by the sound of Jessica
brushing her teeth. The door opened and his heart skipped a beat when he saw
her. She looked incredible in the pants and red was definitely her color. She
looked relaxed and content. As she limped over towards him, it occurred to him
he should check her ankle again.
“I'd like to take another look at your ankle. And we should
probably wrap it up again.”
“Alright.” she said as she plopped down
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