A fraction of a recess.
Post a long, small exhale, I lower my mouth to inquire about Zero, our surroundings, how we got here yet am forced to switch gears courtesy of the sight of her suddenly ass humping the edge of a desk.
Hm.
That’s not shit I see every day.
Or come to think of it…ever.
Bewilderment bursts across my face as I ask, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Freeing myself,” she retorts without missing a beat.“What the fuck does it look like?”
“Like you’re trying to bring back an old dance move.”
Her legs continue to bend, adding momentum to her arms that seem to be ceaselessly working.“This would embarrass the Juvenile elders.”
“Juvenileisan elder at this point,” I tease in tandem with attempting to sit upward again.
“You get hang ten for knowingwhoJuvenile is; however, I’mma let you continue to struggle to get up for calling our Patreon Saint of Southern Rap an elder.”
Once more, I’m torn between glaring and chuckling.
It’s where our relationship keeps me.
It’s honestly where I always want our relationship to be.
Usto be, no matter what lies ahead.
Watching the sawing like motion make actual progress on her tape due to the edge of the desk pushes me to ask, “How do you know how to do that?”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been kidnapped.”
“What?!”
“Or held hostage.”
“What?!” Disbelief and outrage blend together.“And how do you know we’re being held hostage?!”
“And I bet you a frosty marg,” she adds a bit more force to her sawing, “that the muscle who snatched us are nicer than the last men who got a hold of me.”
“Wh-”
“Tadah!”Salay abruptly interjects at the same time she shows me her broken restraints.“Free as a gull.”
“Explicar.”
“Mom taught me how to survive a rip current and Dad – being a lawman – taught me how to escape if you’re caught by pirates.”She rips off the torn tape and banishes it to the ground.“Both have come in handy more than once in my life.”The small cringe she flashes also includes a bit of amusement.“More than either probably would’ve ever anticipated.”’
Shock leaves my jaw agape.
“Been tryin’ to tell you for as long as I can remember that I’m not some fragile little flower.”Her figure spins on its heels to begin searching the dresser she just molested to aid in her liberation.“More like a fragile little bomb.”
“Siempre dotado con tu lengua.”
A saucy smirk is shot over her shoulder in my direction.“Never had any complaints.”
Of course she hasn’t.
