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Pippi:Probably as much as you're thinking of me.
Acheron:You're bad for my ego.
And you're bad for my heart,Pippi wanted to say but didn't quite dare to. Despite the intimacy they had shared, everything still felt new, and she knew it would take some time before she could fully let herself go around the billionaire.
Besides...
Pippi re-read Acheron's last message more carefully, knowing what the words spelled out in letters...and in something else.
Pippi:Are you okay?
Pippi:I don't think it's your style to send text messages to any girl.
Acheron:No. It's not.
And with that, Pippi thought,the ball was back on her court.
Pippi:It goes both ways, you know.
Pippi:I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.
Pippi fell asleep waiting for Acheron to answer, and her dreams were those of the unspeakable and the forbidden. But just when it was getting to the hottest and wettest part, Pippi dreamt of hands grasping her shoulders to shake her back into reality.
"Wake up, Pi!"
"There's a clown at the front door!"
A clown?Pippi stubbornly kept her eyes closed. She was clearly dreaming something new, but she didn't want it. She wanted the old dream back, and hopefully it would pick off exactly where they last left off, and she already had her shirt unbuttoned—-
"Pippi, will you just wake up?"
Someone yanked the pillow under her head, and Pippi's head bounced against the mattress."Owwww!"She forced her eyes to open and swallowed a yawn as she saw a trio of expectant faces grinning down at her. "What?" The grins widened, and she suppressed a groan. Were they serious? Why did they have to wake her up now, of all mornings, for a stupid prank?
Pushing herself up, she asked grouchily, "What time is it anyway?"
"Six," Rue answered.
"And there's a clown waiting for you downstairs," Mynt added.
A clown at their house at six in the morning?Pippi shot her sisters a look that told them to drop dead, but this only had the three girls exchanging mischievous looks. "Come on, guys. Don't you think it's too early for a prank?"
Vik smirked. "It's not a prank."
Pippi snorted. "Yeah right."
"It really isn't," Mynt insisted, "and if you don't want to believe us, come see for yourself."
And then the three were dragging Pippi out of her bed and down the stairs.
"What - wait - come on!"
The first thing Pippi saw in the kitchen were Astrid and Pippi's great-aunts having tea...with a clown?
Pippi rubbed her eyes, but the clown persisted in being real, and now Pennywise - no, It -oh, get a grip of yourself, Pippilotta Jones!
The clown in the kitchen had risen to his full height as he turned to look at her. He was the weirdest-looking clown, a walking, outlandish contradiction between his garishly painted face and an expensive, familiar-looking suit.
The clown started for Pippi, a deadly look in his eyes, and she vaguely heard her sisters laugh when she took an unconscious step back.What if this was a nightmare?She pinched herself hard, but nothing happened. "Will someone please tell me what I'm supposed to do?" The clown in a suit was coming closer and closer, and she was starting to feel more than a little nervous.
