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“Was it?” asked Chastity. “Oh well. This will be more fun!”
I agreed. It would be much more fun to have pictures. I realized that this wish didn’t necessarily make Ash actually partake in sexual activities. It was just to make her more comfortable. But...I was worried she’d still never do it. I needed another plan to free me from my curse. I needed a way to destroy the genie council. And seeing Chastity’s giant golden banana trophy gave me the perfect idea of how I could do it.
True Love - Chapter 2 – Holy Mustachio
Saturday – October 28, 2023
Tanner
I would have been annoyed that Chastity had taken Ash away for a weekend girls’ trip, but I had lots to do. I wandered into my hallway featuring a few pictures from the 80s. I started to remove sheets covering the different framed portraits. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. “Nigel!” I called into my empty apartment.
He didn’t respond. But a minute later he appeared beside me and stared at the picture I’d uncovered.
“I miss the 80s,” said Nigel. “All of them.”
“Well good. It’s time to embrace it again. Well, this one.” I pointed to the picture.
“Huh?” He looked up at me. “Do you want me to add shoulder pads to all your garments? Or should I sew some leg warmers? I’ll definitely acid wash all your jeans...”
“No. None of that please. I have a plan to take down...” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t say I was planning on taking DODO down out loud. Ghazi was always listening. I just needed Nigel to do as I said and believe that I had a reason. “I’m going to need a haircut.”
“Alternate proposal. Ash is off trolloping with Chastain. We should go to the Society and hang out with Frankie. I was thinking we could find a suitable match for her...”
“Nigel, we’re done matchmaking. You keep acting like you weren’t at the genie council hearing. Finding Ash her lesser true love is all the matters.”
“But I don’t want to leave Frankie hanging loveless. It isn’t right, Master. Everyone deserves love.”
“And I’m sure she’ll find it.” Nigel kept acting like we were best friends with Frankie. I barely even knew her.
Nigel sighed.
“We need scissors.”
“We need a binder full of men,” said Nigel.
“No.”
“Yes,” he countered.
Planning things with Nigel always took longer than necessary. But the rest of the weekend flew by when Nigel finally started helping. Although he did disappear for long stretches of “scheduled time off.”
And I loved the adorable texts Ash was sending me. Or really…Chastity was probably sending them. But still.
There was one of Ash in a tiny little bikini on a beach. She looked so freaking hot. She’d written: “How many guys here do you think are gonna try to fuck me when they see me in this bikini?”
There was another of her in a sexy angel outfit on Halloween night. There was a guy next to her in a pirate outfit holding a pumpkin shaped candy bowl in front of his junk. Ash was looking into the bowl and blushing. She’d written: “Dick or treat is my new favorite Halloween tradition.”
The final text later that night had definitely come from Chastity. It was a picture of Ash’s angel outfit hanging from some sugarcane in the dark. She’d written: “Any idea where your girlfriend went?”
But I knew Ash and Chastity were just messing with me. Ash would probably come back and relay the movie Psycho to me or something and pretend it had actually happened to her. I smiled. It was cute that she wouldn’t actually go through with hooking up with other guys. And it was a good thing I had another plan lined up.
The rest of the week flew by too. The plan was coming together faster than expected. I thought it would take a few weeks to purchase NY United. Instead, it only took a few days.
I hurried home from signing the final documents. I was glad to have the extra time to make sure I got my look for tonight’s press conference just right. And I hoped to get to see Ash before she went out for her girls’ night with Chastity.
It took me a while to find Ash once I got home. She must have been doing laundry, because I heard the washing machine going. The washing machine was tucked into a closet in the bathroom and I wasn’t sure it had ever been used. Nigel certainly never used it. He preferred scrubbing clothes in the river with a washboard. Like a normal boy.
I jiggled the handle of the bathroom.
