Page 19 of Lucky Shot
But as much as I love the trip and the yacht, I’ve found that I’m looking forward to the evenings when I can stow away in my room, turn on my game, and chat with Pretty. There’s always flirting and innuendos but while our characters follow quests, we chat about nothing. I’ve never felt more… peaceful. Intrigued.
He hasn’t logged in yet, so I’m stowing away a few things in my bag for the trip tonight. There’s a troll under a bridge that I’d like to take out. Not a huge boss, I’ve just been too lazy to attempt it before now. But he protects a mine where I’m sure we’ll find some goodies.
PrettyInLace:Tell me a fantasy.
My eyebrows raise when his message pops up. We don’t typically get personal. Not in any identifying way. He hasn’t asked and neither have I. It’s almost like we know if we ask, then the other will and there are just things I don’t want to say. Maybe he feels the same way.
Guess we’re changing it up tonight. But before I can respond, he adds:
PrettyInLace:It doesn’t have to be sexual. Anything. I’m just curious.
Okay. I’m immediately brought back to the moment our characters ran into each other and how I wanted to dress him up. Do I tell him that? Do I want to take a chance and scare him away? It’s not like I know this guy.
DemiDefenseKip:Okay. So… I have an older sister. She’s only a year older.
PrettyInLace:This is starting off very weird…
DemiDefenseKip:lol I promise it’s relevant.
PrettyInLace:It’s cool, it’s cool. You want to talk about your sister, it’s fine.
PrettyInLace:Is it just the two of you?
DemiDefenseKip:No. We have a younger brother. He’s fifteen years younger. I’m much closer to him than I am her.
DemiDefenseKip:Probably because in high school I slept with her boyfriend and she’s never forgiven me.
PrettyInLace:Hahahaha you did what?!
DemiDefenseKip:In my defense, she didn’t tell anyone they were dating. And he climbed into my bed. I didn’t go after him.
PrettyInLace:You slept with your sister’s boyfriend? You seducing straight boys in high school?
DemiDefenseKip:I didn’t know! And no. I think he was dating my sister as an excuse to come over to where the gay boy lived.
PrettyInLace:Hahahaha. You boyfriend stealer!
DemiDefenseKip:I DIDN’T KNOW! SHE DIDN’T TELL ANYONE.
PrettyInLace:I’m just teasing. I have no siblings, but I think she should have gotten over that by now. No?
DemiDefenseKip:Probably. We kind of went our separate ways after high school and only ever see each other during holidays. We’re cordial. Polite. But… it almost doesn’t feel like we’re siblings. Like we share anything. It would make more sense if we were distant cousins that only ever saw each other during family weddings or something.
PrettyInLace:That’s kind of sad. Does it bother you?
DemiDefenseKip:Probably not as much as it should. It probably would bother me more if I didn’t have my brother.
PrettyInLace:So get back to this fantasy that begins with your sister.
I snort. While we’ve been talking, our characters have gotten on their way. Heading toward the mine. We’d made the plan last night when he mentioned the troll so there was no need to discuss it now. Instead, while our guys do their thing on the screen and we extinguish whatever stands in our way and raid whatever we find, we continue our conversation.
DemiDefenseKip:When we were young, we’d play together. Being older, she usually chose whatever we played. More often than not for a handful of years, it was dolls. I didn’t care. The house part was a little boring to me but I loved to dress them up. When we got older and played with the dolls less and less, I used to sneak into her room when she wasn’t home and dress up my favorite.
DemiDefenseKip:She had all kinds of dolls. Dolls of color, boys and girls. Tons of different kinds of dolls. My favorite was a boy doll with blond hair. I’d constantly dress him up. Especially when I’d sneak in because it would drive her crazy that I’d put dresses on him. She used to think I was pranking her but I just loved to put him in dresses.
DemiDefenseKip:One year, she had all her dolls and other toys stacked in boxes in the hall, ready to be given away. Late that night, I searched out my favorite doll and the three dresses that were my favorite and stowed them away in my closet. I’d dress him whenever I felt like it. Change his clothing. Sit him on the shelf to watch me. As I grew older, I stopped changing him as much and he sat hidden in a box in my closet. But those ideas of dressing him kind of… progressed to people.
DemiDefenseKip:(This is where it gets relevant.)
