Page 61 of Destined Dawn
My legs fall still and I stare at her. Is she for real? Is she joking with me?
“You think I’d lookhandsome?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like the jacket?” I pluck at my collar. Me and this jacket have been friends a long time, but I’d happily fling it on the nearest garbage heap if she says she hates it.
“Renzo,” she says, lifting an eyebrow, “you know you look seriously hot in that jacket.” I peer down at my body. Do I? “I just think …” she bites her lip all seductive like, “you’d look pretty good in a suit too.” She sighs. “I think you all would.”
“You heard the lady,” Birdman says, throwing a bundle of clothes my way, “she wants you all dressed up.”
I scramble up onto my feet and start stripping off my clothes.
“Woah, dude!” the were says. “Go do that some place else.”
“Why?” I say snapping off my pants. I’m going commando and I let it all hang out there for them to see. I may not have known I was handsome. I did know I have a big dick. “You’re jocks. You must have seen his junk, right?” I say to him, jerking my head towards the Kennedy boy.
“He’s never given me a freaking strip show.”
“You’re going to see my junk when we all fuck little rabbit together,” I say. “You might as well get used to it.”
“Renzo,” little rabbit says. “Go use the shower.”
“Are you coming with me?” I say hopefully, my cock already stiffening at the prospect and the were-boy grimacing.
“No!”
“But that time with the prof in the shower you–”
“Now!” she says, pointing towards the bathroom.
I scoop up my bundle of clothes and slump off with my tail dragging behind me. Little man comes along for the ride. Seems he doesn’t have a problem with me getting naked. In fact, he lies down on the bathroom floor, head resting on his trotters and snoozes while I scrub myself under the shower.
When I’m done I tie a towel around my waist and go examine my face in the mirror, wiping away mist from the plane with the side of my hand.
I’ve never bothered about my face before. It’s been sliced and diced and I didn’t give a shit. It’s just one other part of my body. Who cares?
But she likes it. I tilt my head one way and then the other. She likes it despite the imperfections. Shit, I think she even likesmedespite the imperfections.
Crowded around the sink are bottles of all sorts of crap including shaving foam and a razor. I fill the sink with piping-hot water and splash my face with it, the temperature making me wince, excitement shooting down my spine. Then I lather the foam all over my face.
“Gotta look smart for little rabbit,” I tell little man, who opens one eye and peers up at me. “Yeah, ridiculous, but it’s what she wants.”
There’s a light tap on the door.
“Hey Renzo,” my little rabbit says, “is Pip in there?”
“Yeah,” I say, “want me to send him in for a shower too?”
Pip scowls at me like don’t you even think about it.
Little rabbit giggles. “Can I come in?”
I wink at the pig. Maybe she’s changed her mind.
I open the door and she walks inside, crouching down by little man.
“You know a shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Pip. You don’t want to be the only one stinking out there.”
