Page 77 of Johnny Gun

“Not far.” He laughed, jutted his chin toward the overalls, and moved toward the door. On the way, he put on the shorts she’d discarded during their play. He opened it, glanced at the hallway, and closed it again.

“I’ll need more clothes.”

“Shower first, then we go shopping for you. Cel said you might have to roll the legs up. She’s taller.”

“True. But how am I going to walk out? I have nothing to wear now.”

“Here.” He picked up a folded, clean towel from the top of the dresser and wrapped it around her. “Come on. The hallway’s empty.”

Holding her hand, he hurried to the bathroom several doors down. He locked the door, then turned on the water. “Be careful getting in. The tub is old. Could be slippery.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Johnny removed his shorts, pulled aside the shower curtain to get in, and a giggling Isolde greeted him with a splash of water to his face.

“You are a minx.” He fought to pull her under the spray. She resisted a little, but he won anyway.

“No, no, no,” she spluttered, moving dripping hair out of her face.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Leaning forward, he caged her between his arms, then thrust his leg between hers. Lifting his thigh, he pressed it against her sex. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured.

Isolde wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, Daddy.”

Several abrupt thumps on the door stopped the games. “Go play somewhere else. Other people use this bathroom,” a deep voice shouted.

“That’s Axel.” Johnny burst out laughing. “Be right out.”

“Hurry it up. I gotta shower. Some of us have stuff to do.”

“Hold your horses,” Johnny shouted. “We just started. Come back in ten.”

“Make it nine,” Axel retorted.

“Fuck off,” Johnny grumbled. “I said ten.”

“All right, all right.”

“He’s gone, and we need to hurry.” In moments, he ended their shower and carefully carried Isolde out of the tub. They finished dressing before the ten minutes were up and left the bathroom clean for Axel’s use.

Back in his bedroom, he asked, “Hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

He glanced at his watch and grinned. It was still morning.

“Let’s go eat.”

They found Blade sitting at the small table in the clubhouse kitchen, buttering a slice of toast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the space. “Hello there,” he said with a pleasant expression. “What’s on your schedule today?”

Johnny glanced at Isolde with some bewilderment. They hadnothing pending. No one was chasing them, and they didn’t have to hide and be careful. “Well… Isolde needs clothes and?—”

“Can we go see Gomez, Daddy?”

Blade chuckled softly, then took a bite of his toast. If anyone would catch on to the endearment, it would be Blade. After all, he lived the lifestyle.

Johnny scratched his forehead. “Well, baby, I don’t know if we can. They have him in ICU because he’s hanging by a thread. As far as I know, visitors aren’t usually allowed.”

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