Boy Toy Chronicles(33)
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We pick up Mrs. Fletcher from her house. I introduce Allie to her as my girlfriend and I swear it—I don't think Mrs. Fletcher has smiled so wide since before her husband died. Allie, on the other hand—well, let's just say I have a little more explaining to do.
Babsy paces the waiting room at the Vet while Allie and I sit and watch. Finally, Allie sighs and stands up to go to her. “Is there anything I can get you, Mrs. Fletcher? A coffee or water or anything at all?”
Mrs. Fletcher takes her hand in both of hers. “You're so sweet. I'm just nervous is all. Thank you.”
A man, I assume the vet, appears from the hallway and stops when he sees Allie and Babsy together. Looking at them now, I swear they could be mother and daughter. A chuckle escapes as memories of Cynthia and her Big Black Cock come to mind. All three of them turn to me quickly. I straighten my features and stand up, mumbling an apology.
“Hi,” the vet says, raising his hand between him and Mrs. Fletcher. “I'm Bruce. I'm the vet.”
Babsy’s hands tremble as she shakes his. “I-I-I'm Babsy,” she says nervously. “Are you new?” she asks him.
He's about the same age as her, tall, good build, dark hair with hints of gray.
“Yes,” he answers, still not letting go of her hand. “I just moved here after my divorce.”
“Oh my,” Babsy coos.
They can't take their eyes off each other.
A dog barks, interrupting their trance.
“I should get back in there.” He finally releases her hand and looks down at the cat carrier by her feet. “Is this yours?” he says, bending down to look inside.
“Yes, she's mine.”
“What's her name?” Bruce asks her.
“Pfeiffer.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Like Catwoman?”
She nods slowly.
“I love Batman.”
Babsy's smile is instant. “Me, too.”
Standing back up, Bruce says, “I shouldn't be too much longer and then we can take a look at Pfeiffer, okay?”
A half hour later he calls Babsy and Pfeiffer to the exam room. She's only in there fifteen minutes before she comes back out, her cheeks red and her eyes lowered.
Allie and I both stand up and meet her half way. “Everything okay?”
She clasps her hands in front of her and finally lifts her gaze—trying to fight the smile that's breaking through. “Bruce finishes in thirty minutes and he asked me out for lunch,” she squeaks. “And I said yes.”
“That's amazing!” I tell her, bringing her in for a hug.
She laughs and hugs me back. When she pulls away, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her keys. “I just need one more favor from you please, Mr. West.”
“Anything.”
Her gaze shifts to Allie. “Excuse me, dear,” she says, and yanks on my arm. She turns me so both our backs are to Allie. Then she pulls me down to her ear, at the same time placing the keys in my hand. “I need you both to go to my house. Go up to the playroom…” she pauses a beat. “You know what I mean when I say playroom, right, Tyler?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“There's a change room next to the one you went in. In there you'll find an original Poison Ivy outfit. It would look absolutely stunning on your girl.”
My heart begins to race.
“And you know what's in the other room already. I'll be out for at least a few hours. And it's called a playroom for a reason.” She points at the keys in my hand. “Go play, Mr. West.”
After a few seconds, the shock wears off and I straighten to full height. My breaths are short and sharp while I try to contain my excitement.
I look over at Allie behind me.
She's smiling.
I glance back at Babsy.
She's smiling too.
Then I look down at the keys in my hand and whisper, “I'm Batman.”