“Does it matter which is first?” she asked.
“Nope. Just choose one,” Twist said.
She ripped the paper off and stared at the box. It was the Lego soccer stadium she’d been watching. It had sold for six hundred dollars. She stared at Twist.
“How?” she asked.
“I gave Snipe my credit card and told him what I wanted. I knew as much as we’re together that you’d see me online searching or bidding for stuff,” he said.
He couldn’t have picked anything she would love more for a present. He bought something he knew she loved. She wasted no time unwrapping the other gifts, oohing and aahing over each one.
Her favorite one was the Lego Harley Davidson Fat Boy because it made her remember how they met and their first motorcycle ride.
She stood up and walked around the table, leaning up to kiss him.
“I love you, Maxwell “Twist” Graham, and I hope any kids we have get your kind heart. I’m so glad you interfered in that quest,” she said.
His arms wrapped around her, tugging her flush against him.
“Me too. Sometimes a chance meeting can change your life. I’m thankful you changed mine,” he said, claiming her lips. Shewondered if they’d have time for a quickie before the reception.
Loud banging on the door had her guessing they wouldn’t, but she’d have him all alone on their trip.
“To be continued,” he said.
Raven nodded. She’d follow him anywhere.
Epilogue
Raven waited inside for her attacker to enter the house. It had taken three months for Hoax to get the information and for them to plan how they’d make him pay.
Because everyone wanted to be involved, they’d chosen to wait until he’d rented a vacation rental property in Missouri. They’d gone over the place thoroughly. It was secluded, without any neighboring properties to hear screams or anything like that. And the owner didn’t have any cameras on the property. Even so, Hoax would have ajammer active while they were extracting her revenge.
With his place on the news, they couldn’t make him disappear, but she was going to make sure his career was impacted. She heard the front door open. Daydream, who always saw the good in people, had wanted to be the honey trap. In the last couple of months, they’d upped their disguises after taking some lessons from Beth Franks, who was the surveillance expert of Franks and Daughters Bail Bonds.
Daydream was a redhead tonight, and her breasts looked enormous in the low-cut sweater, when the woman was a C cup on a good day.
A small noise and then a loud thunk preceded Daydream’s voice callingClear.
Raven walked out and saw the slimeball on the floor. “Okay, let’s get this started.Guys, please strip him and place him leaning back in his recliner,” she said.
They were all dressed head to toe in black. Hair was covered too, though when they were done with him, she didn’t believe he’d be doing anything besides going to the hospital.
Raven waited until they were done and pulled the three different sizes of cock rings out of her bag. Eyeing his less-than-impressive member, she chose the smallest one.
“This is the part that stinks. At least I have gloves,” she said, lifting his penis and sliding the smallest cock ring to the base. She slid a zip tie through the cock ring and closed it to make a one-inch diameter circle. Fury put a zip tie about halfway down his cock and then Quicksilver used a zip tie to connect the two.
Guru and Hoax had the bottle of water and the thin tube. Hoax threaded it down his throat, and Guru tilted the bottle up to drain into the tube.
“How many pills did you dissolve?” Raven asked. One hundred milligrams was the maximum recommended dosage of the erectile dysfunction drug they were giving him. She suggested four hundred milligrams, but Hoax had contacted a nurse to check on the side effects of even higher doses.
The sheepish looks on her friends’ faces had her chuckling.
“Let’s go with a lot. He’s going to have the hardest dick. While we’re waiting for the drugs to take effect, you can leave messages on his back,” Guru suggested.
“Messages?” Raven asked.
“Well, Hoax and I were chatting on the drive. If you use Sharpies, it won’t wash off, and who would look at their back, thinking someone left messages when their penis is in danger of exploding,” Guru said.
