Page 12 of Little Paper Games
“You’re repressed, Kenna Clarke,” she sing-songed back.
“And did you have to include lingerie?” I whined, eyeing the three different sets that had been included in the box. All three left very little to the imagination.
“Yup,” she snorted.
“I already have lingerie,” I argued.
“That overly ruffly bit of lace you call lingerie is some Victorian age bullshit. It’s fucking floor length, Kenna,” she argued. She had a point. Not that I was going to admit to it.
“Yeah, yeah, sure, Hun. Well, let’s call it a night here. I have to get all these toys and such upstairs and it’s going to take me no less than twenty trips, I assure you.” I laughed off.
Seriously though, where was I going to hide all of these? It was like she’d delivered an entire sex shop to my freaking bedroom.
“Have you never heard of a laundry basket? Load it up halfway, take it up, dump it on your bed. Rinse and repeat!” she explained.
“Well, aren’t you just a clever girl?” I smarted off in my best impersonation of the hunter from the original Jurassic Park movie. My words were huffed out caught between my laughter and sheer exertion. Man, I was out of shape.
“Thank you, thank you.” she did a fake curtsey, almost sloshing over her cider. “I’ll be here all week, folks! Talk to you later Kenny-Bo-Benny.”
I barely had time to roll my eyes before she ended the call. However, the laundry basket idea was a good one. In the end, it took me three full trips up the stairs to get all the toys and such up to my room. Which reminded me, I probably need to start exercising. I was wildly out of breath, with only a few trips up and down the damn stairs.
I quickly put away the toys, some going in the bottom of my bedside table with my vibrator, and two other sets going into plastic containers and shoved behind my sweaters on top of my closet. I had no intention of using half of the stuff. It was time for a shower after all that up and down the stairs action. I felt sweaty and overheated.
The shower was wonderful, the warm water sluicing over my skin and easing the stress I’d been feeling all day.
After I was dried off and feeling better, I cleaned up the bathroom. I didn’t like having mess, at least not for the most part. I had my messy, lazy moments, just like any other person. I reached under the sink to refill the toilet paper and came up with nothing. I was an idiot and had not checked to see if the package was empty since the last time, I’d refilled it.
With a groan of frustration, I threw on the lace robe that had been in Janie’s package and made my way to the basement. I flipped the dim light on and walked to the shelving that both Jude and I had been using to store our stockpiled items that our parents continued to send. I searched around the canned goods and the cleaners, seeing paper towels but no toilet paper.
What the fuck?
My parents had specifically said that Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln were sending over an entire case of toilet paper. So where was it? I vaguely remember being told that it had been delivered as well.
Jude probably didn’t even bring it down. He was probably just hoarding it to himself. Whatever. It didn’t matter.
As long as I got some toilet paper.
I made my way over to his set of stairs; the ones that led to the basement from his side of the duplex and pounded on the door loudly.
“Open up!” I yelled, hoping to get his attention.
Nothing. I pounded louder.
“Open up, Jude. Now!” I yelled.
I heard a bit of rustling around above. Good, at least he was hearing me.
“OPEN UP THIS INSTANT, JUDE LINCOLN!” I screamed, pounding on the door with both hands.
“I swear—”
“Jesus, McKenna! What the hell?”
Jude grimaced, yanking the basement door open with a scowl placed firmly on his face.
“Where is it?” I demanded hotly; my
hands fisted at my hips.
