Hardly three weeks have gone by and Dalton got the call to go back out on the road. I heard him talking on the phone late last night. He's not much of a door-closer and I was in the library so I got an earful. He was quick to convince them he wasn't interested and I went to bed at ease.
Until Corey showed up this morning to try and turn his screws a little more tightly. Dalton doesn't like to be bugged so I didn't mind running interference.
He just got home. He's already given his answer, Corey.
Ohh. Here comes the microqueen with her decision. No boys off the point. The cult is closed for business, is it? He smirks at me. Asshole.
We're a cult now?
Bridget, this is the first and only cult revolving around a woman that I've seen. I'd say there's some quality issues involved with that but yeah, it's a fucking cult. You've got your sex parties, your built-in preachers, your decades of brainwashing, your faithful followers, and your closed-off property. A little recruiting, a lot of rules, no strangers, no peeking, and at the top of the heap is your little fucked-up self.
Oh my God, Corey, you're so jealous. Stop it. I'm flattered but you're not my type.
Because my dick would have stuck right out the back of your fucking head, midget.
Enough, Corey. Dalton isn't in the mood for one of our fights. Corey and I never got along, precisely for this reason. He wants to be here and I have no patience for his egotude.
Sorry, Dalt. I just don't get what it is that keeps you all here.
Exactly what you listed. Sex parties and decades of brainwashing. Dalton is deadpan and I giggle.
Corey rolls his eyes.
If you change your mind about coming out it would probably be good for you to stay away from Mrs. Koresh here. I think Jake taught her everything he knew and she just picked up the torch after he offed himself. You know why he did that, right? It's because you fuck anything that breathes, Bridget.
Except you.
ZING. Love you, Babe. See ya later.
I hope not.
Christ, who let him in? Duncan strolls in and I point at his brother.
Dalt!
I didn't think he'd be that big of an ass.
It's Monday. Of course he is. All of the weekend hope is gone. It'll be back around Thursday. They laugh but I'm crushed. We are a fucking cult.
I'm not too crushed though. I'm so glad I can keep Dalton home for the summer and away from that crap.
