Jules grabbed my arm and just about dragged me up to her room.
"But Jules!"
"Stop complaining and go get washed up" Jules was in dictator mode and to be honest she scares me!
"Come on Gaby, hurry up!"
"Why can't I just stay up here?"
"And when Maddy gets here?"
I could sort of see where she was coming from which is worrying in itself.
"Okay I give in"
"Good girl, lets get you into that underwear you had on yesterday"
I awoke to Mad's light snore coming from somewhere very close, in fact from on my chest! What happened last night?
"Hmm morning Drew" Mad purred snuggling into my breasts.
"Erm Mad?"
"What?" she replied sleepily
"I er think we should get up?"
"'S too early"
"Well I'm getting up" I told her easing out from under her
"Spoilsport" Mad mumbled
I awoke more than a little confused. Where am I? Who's snoring? What am I wear... Aargh! I've got tits! I came fully awake and everything slotted into place. Obicon. I slumped back into my pillows and lay wondering
what today would bring. The gentle snoring from the other bed stopped
and I watched fascinated as Mad stretched, a smile covering her face and finally opened her eyes.
"Morning Mad"
"Hmm morning"
"You want the bathroom before I shower?"
"No, but don't be all day"
It's always advisable to read the fine print before signing a contract as James is about to find out.
Fine Print
By
Julie O
Thanks to Itinerant and Barry
Chapter 1
The latest adventure of Jirra Reid and her friends.
This story was started with the assistance of Robert Arnold. He was more than just editor; he gave me input on the characters and plot lines. He also honored me by allowing the use of his wonderful character Jen Stevens. Due to Bob’s passing, we were unable to complete the story together. To honor Bob’s memory I decided to finish the story based on the outlines we discussed. He was a great friend and mentor and I will miss him. This story is dedicated to his memory. He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten.
Dad starting the car woke me up and the sunlight streaming into the room ensured that sleep would not be returning. I glanced at the clock,
urgh, half seven! I decided to go for a ride before the day warmed up
too much and I didn't think the neighbours would appreciate me starting
on the lawn at this hour either.
I was at least in a better mood this morning and I was quickly into a
pleasant mile-eating mode. Perhaps it's the weather but even the
motorists are being more considerate this morning! It was just before
nine when I got home, plenty early enough to shower, breakfast and cut
"Dad's gunning for you" Jules told me as I dumped my sweaty kit into the washer
"Why?"
"Dunno, he was muttering a lot though"
"There you are! In here, now!" Dad bellowed
Jules shrugged her shoulders and I followed Dad into the lounge with no idea what was up, other than trouble.
"You have some explaining to do young man. Just where is your mother's race bike?"
So that was it.
"The Peters" I told him
He relaxed a little but his tone didn't soften.
"And just what is it doing there?"
"Mad borrowed it to ride tonight" I mumbled, "I'm picking it up tomorrow, honest"
"And just why did Madeline think she could use it?"
It was with more than a little trepidation that I set out Monday morning for a training ride. Was it really only last week that I had the accident? I deliberately chose a route that didn't go along the Worksop road and just took it steady, yesterday's race was ridden on adrenaline and I'm still quite sore. At least it looked like the weather would be better today, not that we'd got much planned, not much more than hanging out really.
I pootled along, being exceedingly cautious at any side roads, and contemplated just why I did this. Of all the sports out there, why did I pick on one of the most dangerous sports going? Well it's not the cycling that's particularly dangerous; it's the interaction with other traffic really. If I really thought about, I was fairly immune to the 'close calls' that I have nearly every time I go out, cars cutting in, pulling out, drivers on their phones or just driving too fast for narrow lanes.
"What are you three up to?"
"Nothing!" Bernie told me
"Hmm" I didn't believe them
"Are you finished polishing that thing yet?" Mad asked
"Er yeah" I guiltily stopped my rubbing
"Come on Drew, you need a warm up before the start" Dad advised
"Yes Dad" I rolled my eyes at the girls
Mad slapped my bum as I passed
"Get orf!"
"Well it's nice" she stated
"See you in a bit" Ally mentioned
"Yeah"
"Good luck" Mad added
"Thanks"
Maddy, to be fair, didn't make a huge fuss. Well she'd won hadn't she?
"Hmm, I think you need to be thoroughly Gaby, Drew"
"I suppose so, and you just happen to still have everything?"
"In my wardrobe" she smiled apologetically.
"Alright then" I sighed
Over the next half an hour I was transformed once more into 'Gaby Peters'. I drew the line at sticking the breast forms on, I've been caught that way before but I was soon wearing the gaff, bra and a gauzy top above one of Mad's skirts.
"You can't go out like that" Mad stated, "your legs look terrible"
"Well sorree for living!"
"I didn't mean it like that Drew. It's your bruises"
"What about them?"
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