Page 69 of Lucky Laces
And I can’t even enjoy the plush pillowing of her tits against my torso because this is literally my worst fucking nightmare.
“Now,” she says, tapping the screen to wake it up.“What’s your passcode?”
“Wh-what?”I rasp.
“Your passcode, Huddy.”A flick of her eyes to mine.“Give it to me.”
“4-2-5-9,” I recite robotically, dread growing as she types the numbers in and the tablet unlocks.
“Right,” she says, navigating to the team’s app, sounding positively gleeful.Because she loves this shit.Because she works hard.Because this is part of the legacy she wants to build.“I think it’s probably easiest if we start at the beginning, figure out the disconnect and then we’ll be right as rain.”
We’ll.
Right.
She’ll be right as rain.
I’llbe fucked.
“I’m tired,” I say.“We should do this another time.”
“It won’t take long.”She starts tapping at the screen, pulling up a page with all those fucking X’s and O’s.
And just like before they start moving.
And just like before they don’t make even the slightest bit of sense.
And just like before IknowI need to get the fuck out of here.
“I can’t do this right now,” I mutter, looking away from the tablet.“I’m too?—”
“Just look,” she says, tracing a pattern that dissolves into a jumble of disjointed lines and letters.It swirls and moves, switches places just when I think I’ve pinned it, disappearing and reappearing at the least opportune times.“If we shift a player here”—a tap—“instead of here then it’s basically what you’re used to except with a bit more flexibility and freedom.You see?”
I grit my teeth together and nod, temple throbbing as I try to get that to stick.“Yeah,” I rasp.
“And so if then someone goes here?—”
More throbbing.More jumbling of arrows and letters.
“—we’ll free up some space here, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I lie, frustration and fear eating me up inside.
“So where should this player”—another tap—“go?”
I still.
She shifts, glancing up at me expectantly.
Fuck.
“Here?”I rasp, picking a spot at random since I don’t have a fucking clue.
Because my fucking brain is broken.
Her pause in response tells me enough.
That was wrong.
