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Outtake 9: Edward, Bella, & Masen go to the mall.
(This outtake is written as a surprise for a very special girl for a very special reason -- her birthday. I hope you get all you want, BB!)
To my Readers, Twilighter's, Lexicon, and Facebook girls.... I love you, thank you for all you do. Every single day you do it! You are the best!!
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"Beware of pretty faces that you find... A pretty face can hide an evil mind.
Ah, be careful what you say, or you'll give yourself away.
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow.
Secret agent man, secret agent man...
They've given you a number and taken away your name."
-- Johnny Rivers, "Secret Agent Man"
Outtake 9: Mission Impossible
I had my arm looped through Edward's as he pushed Masen in the stroller, weaving through the crowded mall, dodging the kiosks lined up in the middle.
We were looking for a new television. Because apparently, the forty inch plasma Edward had wasn't big enough.
He claimed it was an early Christmas present for us, even though Christmas wasn't for two more months.
"I thought our son was a wonderful Christmas present," I shrugged as we passed Zales. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He rolled his eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "Stop trying to guilt-trip me. You're a woman; you don't understand."
"What don't I understand?"
He sighed, as we pushed the stroller into Sears and headed straight toward the media center. "Men need large televisions. Okay? The larger the better. It's a thing, a mental thing we all have. It just makes us feel better."
"What do you mean, feel better? Feel better about what? What about a enormous television makes you feel better?"
"You don't want to know, love."
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
I huffed, glaring at my husband with a vengeance. "Edward Anthony."
He smirked and turned to face me as we stopped in front of a huge plasma, caving in, "Fine. If you really must know... sex."
"Sex?" I asked bluntly.
"Yes," he grinned. "Sex."
"How does that make you feel better about sex?"
"That," he said, pointing to the largest television that we had seen in the six stores we'd been to, "is metaphorical. The size of the television is directly related to the size of the penis."
I threw my head back and held my stomach, laughing so loud I was probably causing a distraction, "Edward... Oh.... Oh, Edward! Hahahahaha! You... that is so stupid."
"I'm serious," he said, pulling me to him as an attempt to calm me down. "Don't laugh at me. Televisions and power tools, baby. It's a man thing. It's just how it is."
"I just think... I can't believe... How does that..."
"It represents my dick, Bella. That's how men see it. We want the biggest and the best because we want to show all our friends that ours are bigger and better than theirs."
"So that," I pointed, unable to wipe the too-big smile off my face, "is what you see, in your mind, the size of your... dillybobber."
"Can you never call it that again please, thanks. I think you just emasculated me in front of everyone in the store."
I giggled, "If you were going to compare a television with the size of your.... umm…whatever… I'd say you should go with that cute, adorable looking seventeen inch over there."
Edward and the guy behind Edward turned to look at me at the same time, Edward's eyes glaring dark and the man behind him with his mouth wide open.
"Oh relaxxxx," I cooed, rubbing his arm before he pulled it away from me, "...you're so uptight. I was joking."
"That wasn't funny," he snipped at me. "Do you see me laughing?"
I bit my lip to keep from smarting off again. Sarcasm was a huge downfall with me sometimes. It just came out. It never failed to amaze me how oversensitive men, particularly my husband, were when it came to matters of the penis.
At least I didn't take everything seriously all the time. Unlike my adoring, pissed off husband at the moment.
He took a deep breath and stepped closer, putting his hands on his belt, muttering venom between his breath. "Do I need to pull it out really quick and remind you the difference between a seventeen inch and a seventy-three?"
I bit my lip and broke eye contact with him, looking down to our sleeping son in the stroller, then back to my over-arrogant husband. "Sure. Masen would love to wake up and see that. Go ahead, big boy. Whip it out in Sears on a Sunday afternoon. Give the church crowd a good show."
"Don't tempt me," he said, and I heard the sound of his belt buckle. I should have known that he'd never back down before me. He was such an ass sometimes. Why did he have to be so hot when he did it, in his cute little trucker hat and plain white cotton shirt and fancy jeans and sneakers? Damn, I wish he could pull it out...
I covered his hands with my own, preventing him from undoing his belt the rest of the way. "Quit," I hissed, glaring up at him. "I'm apologizing. There isn't a television in this world that compares with your equipment honey. I promise."
"Now you're just trying to butter me up."
"I mean it...," I declared. "And tongues... They'll never be able to make any type of entertainment better than your tongue. It's a thrill ride all its own."
He relaxed immediately and adjusted his pants, and I was thankful that man behind him was gone and no one was going to report him for attempted public indecency, "Thank you."
"Even if that was total bullshit."
"You know it's not."
He looked at me and licked his lips, dropping his hands back to the bar on the stroller. "Yeah, I know." He cocked his eyebrow as that cockeyed grin spread across his face. Why did he have to know just how good he was?
I giggled and decided to let him be arrogant for a while. Boost his ego back up. "So... that's the one you like? This huge one that's going to take up a whole window and then some?"
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking over at me like a little boy who just saw the real tooth fairy.
He walked over, and actually began petting the side of it. I think he was even trying to control himself from making orgasm noises. It was all over his face though. I knew his orgasm face better than anyone else.
He wanted me to say yes. "It's... big..."
"Yeah, but do you like it?"
"I like it if you like it..."
"That's not what I want to hear, Isabella."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yes, Edward. If you like it, then I like it."
"But would you get it if I wasn't here?"
"No. Because I don't feel the need to compare my own female anatomy to a television. But I understand so... get it."
"Edward," I exhaled, glaring up at him. "Get it. It's on sale, just get it. I may have to cut out a kidney so we can afford it, but hey, it's what you want." I was only half-joking.
"Ba-a-a-a-be," he pouted and huffed, turning into a three-year-old in the middle of the store, "...you're guilt-tripping me again. As you've been doing all week. We can pay on it, and then when we get our tax check, pay it off. That's only a few monthly payments. Come on, babe... Please?"
Well, at least he'd thought out how exactly we could pay for it. "I said to get it!" I replied. "Why are you arguing with me, when I've already given permission?"
"Because I just want to make sure that you're not hating the idea but giving in because you think I want it so bad. It's a decision we make together. Yes, I want the TV, but I can wait…if you reeeallly want me to." And there was that adorable three-year-old again. I hated it when he did that to me.
"Edward, do you like the television?"
"Yes. It's the one I want... Surround sound, plasma, gloss finish... We could get this entertainment center too..."
"Then. Get. It." And I planted a kiss right on the end of his nose, just like I did to Masen sometimes.
He looked down at me, sticking his hands in his pockets, "Are you positive?"
I glared at him, annoyed.
"I'm just making sure my wife is going to be happy with this huge thing sitting in the middle of her giant living room, white marble floors, all that crap..."
"I'm positive. I'm hungry, and I'm positive, so get it so we can go eat."
Suddenly, a loud almost-giggle ripped from his throat and I was yanked from the ground and thrown into a spin as my husband attempted to squeeze the daylight out of me. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, Bella, thank you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you," he began to kiss my face, all over, "thank you... thank you... I love you... thank you!"
"You're welcome," I laughed, pushing him away from me so I could breathe. "Wow... Remind me to give into you more often."
Full smile showing, Edward clapped his hands and jogged down the isle, leaving me with Masen while he went to speak to a salesman.
I looked into the stroller and found my son awake and staring up at me, blinking slowly. "...Don't ever compare your own private utensils to televisions when you get older. Please. It's not cool, despite what your father is going to tell you."
After Edward made his purchase and arranged for it to be delivered the next morning, we made our way down to the food court.
I had nothing but asian chicken in my mind, and was giddy when I realized the line wasn't that long.
Edward stood beside me, nudging the stroller forward and backward in quick motions in order to rock Masen. He seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly, snug in blue jeans and a white t-shirt... just like his daddy. Isn't that a sweet coincidence.
"Why don't you and Masen go find a seat, and I can order?" I suggested, pulling his wallet from his back pocket, but not before giving what was under it a nonchalant squeeze first.
Edward smirked and turned to me. "Are you sure? I can order, you can go-"
"I don't mind standing here," I laughed. "Go. I'll be fine."
He kissed my cheek and weaved through the crowd, parking Masen beside the only four-top that seemed available. We got lucky. Elbow room in the mall was hard to find these days.
As I waited, my stomach growling every few seconds, I noticed a petite dark-haired woman bashfully approach Edward's table, with a younger girl beside her. They were holding hands, so I presumed it was her daughter. I turned toward them, watching her stop a few feet in front of where he was stationed.
Edward popped his head up from Masen's stroller, and all of a sudden, his eyes grew wide and a huge smile spread across his face. Then he climbed to his feet and gave her a tight hug, followed by the girl beside her.
I could barely hear them talking over the traffic around us. But I did manage to overhear, "What are you doing here?", coming excitedly from my husband.
I quickly paid the cashier, telling her I'd be right back for the food, and made my way over to where they were all standing. I didn't want to appear possessive -- even though I kind of was because I didn't know who she was – so I put a genuine smile on my face before I stepped calmly to his side. Edward laughed as the girls beamed up at him, throwing his head back and rubbing his stomach.
The girls smiled sweetly at me, which I returned, waiting for Edward. He was so tall, the youngest of us was about to strain her neck.
"Oh babe," Edward chuckled, putting his hand behind my back, "I want you to meet someone. Bella, this is my good friend Aura, and her daughter Rebecca. Aura, this is my wife, Bella, and my son, Masen."
We said our hellos, and I noticed Rebecca lean into her mother's side, smiling up at Edward in adoration. I knew exactly how she felt. I did that daily.
"I didn't know you got married," Aura said sweetly, running her fingers through her long, shiny black hair. "It's great to see you settled down. I never pictured you the way that the others did."
Edward grinned and rubbed my back. "Bella, Aura was in medical school with me my first year. It was her last year. She kind of took me under her wing in there, kept me grounded when I didn't want to focus. We had a few study sessions together as well."
"It was good that he met you then," I grinned at her. "Most women in college tend to love to be the distraction, not the confidante."
Aura nodded, rubbing her daughter's back. "I understand. Most women were, toward him anyways, which was why I took the alternate route. I just saw something more there, some potential if he just had the right mindset. It paid off though apparently, which is a good thing. My job was successful."
"So where are you working at?" Edward asked as he motioned for them to take a seat across from us at the table. "I assume you've been placed."
"Oh yes, I work at Mercy-Light Medical Center, south Seattle."
"Oh yeah, I've been there before," he grinned. "Emmett broke his leg about four years back and we had to take him there because it was closest."
"Oh, yes, how is Emmett?"
"He's... busy, these days. Same old, same old, but more responsibility."
"Emmett?" she giggled, "Responsibility? Wow... Those are two words I never thought I'd hear in the same sentence."
I excused myself to gather our food from the cashier, and quickly made my way back. They were all laughing, and I couldn't help but notice how relaxed Edward seemed around her. Usually, with some other females, he was uptight and stiff, not a lot of conversation going on; but here, with her, he appeared at ease. It pleased me.
While Edward caught up with her daughter Rebecca, Aura went on to explain to me how she and Edward first met (he was late for class one day and was about to be kicked out of the room for it, but she gave the excuse that she'd locked her keys in her car and he was busy getting them out, causing him to be late), before we moved on to the subject of awkward moments in the classroom.
Edward was laughing so hard he couldn't even eat, and Aura had tears coming from her eyes. "Oh my God," Edward smirked as he pulled Masen from his stroller and held him to his chest, "I remember that! That was the day we were studying feminine hygiene products."
Aura giggled and nodded, turning her attention toward me. "You should have seen him, Bella. Dr. Hall, our guest instructor that evening, was doing a quick recap on what was safe for a woman to use, and what was not. He had a variety of products laid out on the table, and he calls your husband to come up and pick out the ones that were okay to use."
Edward covered his face with his free hand, and I noticed his cheeks had a tint of red to them. It made me smile to know I wasn't the only one who got embarrassed.
"So anyway," Aura continued with a devilish grin, "Dr. Cullen here did well with the different variety of tampons, stating that the scented ones included weren't as healthy as the ones which weren't scented... And then... He picks up the different packages of douches."
Edward was cracking up hard now, his entire face red as Aura patted his arm playfully. I couldn't help but laugh myself. I'd never seen Edward so embarassed.
"So Edward draws a complete blank," Aura replied as she tried to catch her breath, "and he's standing there, holding a Summer's Eve box, in front of a class of three hundred people-"
"The label read 'Sweet Romance'," he cut her off with a boisterous laugh. "I'll never forget that label."
"And Edward decides that he cannot figure to whether or not it's healthy. So I'm sitting about ten rows up, banging my pencil really hard on the desk, trying to get his attention so I help him out, but he is just standing there picking at the box with his fingers. So Dr. Hall says, 'Edward, if you're going to pick at it, why don't you open it up for us and pull it out, so we can get a look at it?' So Edward rips the box open and pulls out the bottle and the little tip and the instructions, and Mr. Hall told him to put it together. The class is choking on their laughter, because everyone knows that Edward was the golden child, so it was kind of nice to see him so flustered."
"It was not nice!" Edward smirked, shaking his head. "I had to take the little plastic bottle and screw the cap on it. Then I had to close my eyes, tell them all the ingredients, main ones being vinegar and water. Then the instructor asked me to explain how it was inserted. I was forced to bring out our little female skeleton model and show everyone where to put it. After all of that, my mind clicked, and I explained to him that the vagina was a naturally self-cleansing organ, and that there was both good and bad bacteria. Douching could force the good bacteria to become inactive, change the balance, cause infections or other conditions, which is why we don't recommend it, unless a doctor decides on a case-by-case basis. So basically, he made me do all of that crap just to embarrass me for no reason. In the end, it was to go into the unheathy pile. I knew that all along, I was just drawing a blank at the wrong moment."
"He looked so cute holding the douche though, Bella," Aura grinned. "You should have seen him. I'd never seen him so flustered."
"I've never seen him like this," I pointed out. "This is wonderful."
"Hey, shut up!" Edward laughed, playfully pushing me to the side, careful not to nudge Masen. "It wasn't funny. I don't think any of you should be laughing. Even you, Rebecca!" He teased, giving the beautiful young girl a wink. "I see you, over there, giggling. You act like your mother."
Rebecca flushed pink and leaned against her mother's arm, smiling up at Edward. "It's funny."
"Oh it's funny?" he laughed. "You're funny."
"You're funny looking," she quipped without missing a beat, and I gave her a high-five.
"Oh crap," Aura said, grabbing her purse, "I got so involved in talking, I forgot to get your food, baby. Excuse me, I'll be right back, I-"
"Where did you order?" Edward asked, standing up and handing me Masen.
"That little pasta place, Houdini's."
"No, stay here, you've been shopping all day," he said motioning toward all of her bags. "I'll go get it for you."
He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, then Masen's, while Aura tried to argue with him. It wasn't going to work. It never worked.
"Can I come?" Rebecca asked, hopping out of her chair and setting down her latest issue of Twist magazine. Edward held out his hand and Rebecca ran and grabbed it, waving to her mom before they took off.
I smiled at Aura and she smiled back. "He's beautiful, Bella. How old is he?"
"He's a month old," I smiled, rubbing the top of Masen's blond hair. "Even this early, he's a handful."
"He wouldn't be Edward's if he wasn't," Aura grinned. "He has his eyes."
"He does... Starting to really show through now, around the iris... Would you like to hold him?"
"Oh yes, of course!" Aura squealed, as I handed him and his blue blanket to her. She snuggled into his warmth, placing him carefully against her chest. "Ohhh... Look at him... Oh, he smells so wonderful!"
I smiled and rubbed his back, fixing his shirt that was riding up behind her arm.
Aura smiled sweetly over to me, "...He's absolutely perfect, Bella."
Rebecca and I made our way through the human traffic jam, into the line of about fifteen. She'd gotten much taller since the last time I saw her. Still gorgeous though, just like her mother. She fiddled with the white strings around the sleeves of her beige babydoll shirt, crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned into me. "This line is long."
"I know," I sighed, rubbing her back. "I bet you're starving."
She shrugged. "Not really. I'd rather have some yogurt, but Mom says I should eat first."
"You like yogurt?"
"We both do," she smiled. "But it sounds especially good today!"
"I like yogurt too," I grinned. "There's a TCBY over there... Wanna sneak off and go get some real quick? There isn't a line. We can get a small..."
"Yeah!" she smiled, excited. "Can we really?"
"Sure, come on," I took her hand and we dipped down low, pretending we were spies in Mission Impossible. "Okay... so here's the deal. We're now in Operation Don't-Get-Caught. What we have to do is... Do you see that older lady there, with the wheelchair?"
"Yes," she nodded quickly.
"Okay... We have to carefully get over to there, then we'll create some kind of distraction, and book it to that pole.. Then what do we do?"
Rebecca stood on her tip-toes, looking around, her eyes glowing in surprise, "Ooh! I know. There's Spencer's over there. We can run over there, behind those Halloween costumes, and then-"
"Yes," I cut her off, "and then we can do some serious ninja moves, hurl our way to the counter, and talk in code -- that way no one around us knows what we're doing when we order. That's very important, we can't get caught."
"Yeah! We'll talk in code and give them secret money... I have a few dollars myself. And then we'll duck down by the counter so my mom doesn't see."
"Yep! Then when we get the order, we'll do the same thing in reverse, and get back in line," I agreed. "If we eat it with our backs turned, they'll never know."
"Perfect," she high-fived me, and the plan was in motion. "Ready..." she said, as we knelt lower toward the ground. "Set... GO!"
Laughing, me with my long legs, and the tiny girl beside me, began half-crawling through the legs of people, over to the old, grey-haired lady with the book in her lap, sitting in the wheel-chair. Rebecca slid across the marble floors in her jeans and grabbed my hand, pulling me behind the pole. We stood as tall as possible, trying to make ourselves look skinnier so they couldn't see us.
I tried to look around the pole and see what Bella was doing, but Rebecca grabbed me by the back of my white t-shirt, pulling me back. "What are you doing, Agent Cullen! That's how you get caught!"
"Sorry, Agent Reynolds," I said in a low voice, standing up straight. "I was... temporarily distracted."
"Can't be distracted, Agent Cullen. This is a top-secret mission, orders straight from the President. Must. Get. Yogurt!"
"Yes ma'am," I said seriously, though I couldn't help the grin on my face. We knelt down, ignoring blonde lady with her twin boys staring at me like I'd lost my mind. We crawled our way over to Spencer's, slipped behind the fake witch, and used her hat and the pumpkin full of hay beside her to cover us. "Okay," I whispered, holding the pumpkin, "this is our invisible shield. They can't see us if we're behind this."
"Yes," she said, ducking down and pressing her chin to the shoulder of my shirt, "...we have to be careful not to drop it."
I nodded and we crawled across the hay beside the store windows, over to the other side.
"Okay, ready for the ninja moves?" I asked her as we watched Bella and Aura laughing, Aura holding Masen in her arms.
"What moves are you going to do? We can't hurt any innocent bystanders. That'll get us caught quickly."
"No, no innocent bystanders!" she agreed. "Maybe some Chuck Norris, Tom Cruise, stuff? A little cartwheel?"
"Gotta be careful with the cartwheels," I said, grabbing her hand. "K, ready?"
We took off running, and I decided to do a little karate kick into dead air, making her giggle. Then she surprised me by doing the cartwheel, and I was laughing so hard that I had to drop to the ground so we didn't cause a scene. Rebecca crawled over to me and grabbed my hand, and we ran over to the counter, to find a teenage boy standing there gaping at us, his mouth open.
"Excuse me," I whispered, as we crept lower toward the ground, "we are on a secret mission from the President. We would like two smoothies, strawberry, banana, and lemon, with whip cream. Small, please. Stat."
He stared at us, trying to figure out if this was a serious security matter or not. I didn't smile.
"Come on!" Rebecca squealed, patting her hands in a drum-roll effect on the counter, "time's a ticking, sir!"
The guy became flustered, hollering back our order and punching in things at the same time. "That's ten dollars and fifteen cents."
I reached to grab my wallet, "Oh, shit."
"What?" she said breathlessly, staring at me.
"Bella has my wallet."
"It's okay, shhh... Um...." I began searching my pockets, looking for lost cash. I pulled out my bank card, thankful I had used it to purchase the tv earlier. "Hey, do you take cards?"
I threw it on the counter and we ducked down again, thankful there was a couple standing close so we could hide behind their legs.
"Never give your wife your wallet," Rebecca sighed, pretending to be annoyed with me. "That's what my dad says."
"Your dad is smart."
After we made our way back to the line at Houdini's, ninja moves and Halloween costumes complete, we stood as close together as possible, shielding ourselves as we carefully sipped the rest of our smoothies.
"Agent Cullen, I think this mission was a success," Rebecca smiled up to me after I gave the cashier there my card as well. Aura deserved a meal on me, after all the hell I put her through in med school... Hell, I'd pay for it regardless.
"I think so too. But we're not home free until we dispose of the evidence."
"Got it covered," Rebecca said after she slurped the last of her drink, clutching mine in her hands as well. I laughed as she walked backward, keeping her eyes locked on me, until she hit the trash can. She did a fast circle, dropping them in the can, then ran back to my side, acting like nothing happened.
We kept our faces calm as we took our seats, her picking up her magazine as her mother laid out their food. We all began to eat now.
"Thought I was going to have to send the CIA after you," Bella chimed, running her fingers through the back of my hair.
I scoffed. "The CIA doesn't have anything on Rebecca and me." I gave her a wink, which Rebecca returned. "We're like ninjas."
"Yeah!" Rebecca chimed as she swirled her fork around the steamy pasta. "Never saw us coming."
Aura studied my eyes, wondering what I was hiding. I smiled at her. She smiled warily back.
After we finished our meals and gathered our things, I helped Aura carry her bags to their car, which was conveniently parked just a few spots from mine.
"I love your Volvo," Rebecca stated, staring at it.
"Well," Aura smiled, pulling out her keys, "it was a pleasure seeing you again, Edward. And really nice meeting you, Bella, Masen."
"Nice meeting you as well," Bella smiled, as Rebecca ran and gave her a joyful hug.
"You need to give me your number. We have to get together again." I smiled at her as I pulled out my blackberry.
Aura smiled and entered her number quickly, and then I did the same for mine in her phone.
"Yeah we could do dinner soon," Bella said as she gave Aura a hug. "If you'd like... I'm a decent cook."
"I can cook as well, so I could help," Aura said, while Rebecca playfully made gagging noises in the background. I laughed at her. "That would be great. Just give me a call."
"Will do," I gave Aura a big hug, kissing the side of her cheek. "It was so good to see you."
"It was wonderful to see you too," she smiled. "Makes a great early birthday present."
"Oh yeah, your birthday's coming soon!"
"Yep," she laughed. "Getting older every year."
"Aren't we all," I sighed. "Well come over then, for sure. We'll do a birthday dinner."
"Oh you don't ha-"
She smiled up at me and Bella. "That'd be very sweet of you two to do, Edward."
"My pleasure," I opened the door for her, and waited before was inside and had her windows rolled down before I closed it. Bella said her goodbye's and took my keys, wanting to get Masen in his carseat, while I stared at Aura, grinning. "Aura, Aura... It is so good to see a familiar kind face in this city."
"It really is."
"Be safe," I said as I pushed off the door and stuck my hands in my pockets. "You too, Agent Reynolds."
"Back at ya, Agent Cullen!" Rebecca chimed as she flipped the next page in her magazine. "See you soon! Oooh, Jonas Brothers!!" And just like that, I was replaced.
"Yep, see you soon."
As Aura backed away, I gave her a wink and a wave, and she laughed, shaking her head knowingly. She waved back before driving toward the exit. I had no doubts that she knew what Rebecca and I had been up to earlier. She knew me too well.
Bella was all smiles when I climbed in the car and followed Aura's out of the parking lot, before making a left.
"What?" I said, looking over to her as she held my hand above the gear shift. "What are you grinning at?"
"You," she stated simply. "I like Aura. She's sweet."
"I know. I love her to pieces."
"Her daughter's just as beautiful as she is," Bella chimed, fastening her seat belt.
"I know. You are all beautiful... I felt lucky, being the man that sat in the food court, surrounded by pretty ladies."
Bella smiled, something clearly stirring in her beautiful brain. "Hey, babe? What's all that 'Agent Cullen' business?"
"Oh you heard that," I grinned, pulling down my Raybans over my eyes. "I can't talk about it."
"Why can't you?"
"Direct orders from the President. Strictly confidential."
"Mmhmm," she sighed, reaching behind her seat to pull down the sun visor attached to the window, so Masen could be in the shade, "I wanna know all about the President's orders when we get home, Mister."
"Sorry. Can't. I'll be shot if I disclose that information. It was serious, urgent matter."
"What if I coerce you, coax you into speaking... with a warm bath, and... maybe some..." she leaned over my seat and began whispering all kinds of dirty, vulgar things in my ear -- bribes of course -- that got me so hard I could barely shift gears without wincing. The teasing lick on the earlobe did me in.
I pulled away, calmed myself, and stuck a piece of gum in my mouth, grinning crookedly. "You suck. Do you know that?"
"That was part of the bargain..." she cooed, lightly twirling the hair at the base of my neck.
I turned and looked at her, melting into her caramel eyes and glossed, moist lips... My thoughts were running a mile a minute. Damn, I was so easy. "Deal."
She grinned and sat back in the seat, smug that she had won.
She always won.
...But I still got the big television.
So there we go, Outtake #9!
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