The other Littles weren’t kidding about how awesome the warehouse was.
It was a Littles’ heaven!
“Look at that!” Trixie said, pointing to a tall slide that extended nearly to the warehouse’s high ceiling.
And it was actually more than just a slide. It was four slides, each one a different color, but connected with dividers separating the lanes. They all dropped down, had a bump, then dropped the rest of the way to a long landing strip on the floor.
“Awesome, right?” Iris said. “We race on that one.”
“But check that thing out,” Cami said, pointing to another portion of the vast room where an inflatable obstacle course was set up. “You get to climb up stuff, slide down things, and bounce all over the place. It’s so much fun!”
“There’s a swing set back there, too,” Lana mentioned. “And a couple of tire swings. Want to go spin on them until we all feel sick?”
The Littles cheered and Lana led the way.
After playing on the regular swings and tire swings for about forty minutes, they went to the obstacle course and made it through several times. Trixie loved every moment of it. Playing with other Littles was just like she’d dreamed. And falling and bouncing on the soft surface was a blast, too.
By the time they climbed off, she was sweating and winded, but Auntie Athena was waiting with water bottles.
“You cuties need to take a break,” the matronly woman told them. “Drink some water. I have juice boxes in the lunchroom, too. And snacks.”
Trixie and the other Littles thanked her and drank their water. While she had the bottle to her lips, she felt her phone buzz in the pockets of her jeans. She was thankful the device had turned out to be clean. No trackers or anything on it. The people after her hadn’t found her from it.
The text from John wasn’t very long, but it did relay some good news.
Went in your hotel room. Got your stuff. No sign of anyone visiting. Think it’s clean. But if they come back, we’ll know.
That made her happy. Even though she wasn’t staying in the room—and it wasn’t technicallyherspace—the thought of being violated by someone going inside and rummaging through her things made her nauseous.
She fired off a quick response.
Thank you! Please be careful. Miss you.
She followed up with a heart.
Was themiss youand emoji dumb? It was forward. But it was honest.
Too late to take it back now. The read receipt indicated John had already seen it. Seconds later, three hearts came back.
Trixie giggled.
She went and enjoyed a snack and some juice with the other Littles and introduced herself to some folks she’d never met before. The group from the Daddy Guard mansion weren’t the only ones there that day, and she enjoyed making new friends.
The idea of moving to L.A. and being a part of this community resonated with her. But only to a certain extent.
Could she leave Vegas?
Vegas was her home. She loved it there. Why should a few evil men get to drive her from her own city?
Then again, Daddy—or rather John—was here in Los Angeles.
Accidentally mentally referring to him as Daddy made her giggle.
Who knew if he’d ever leave L.A. or if she’d ever leave Vegas. Who also knew if there would be a reason to. She was developing strong feelings for John. He seemed to be developing feelings for her as well. But what if he just felt that way because she needed his help?
Would they stay together?
She corrected her question towould they even officially get together in the first place?She’d spent the night in his arms, and they’d flirted, but that was all so far.
