#He also has two fucking huge american suvs that he has to park on the street further up
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My neighbour runs a scam company where he's basically a landlord for landlords (he works from home and takes all his calls in the garden so I get to hear his sale pitch on repeat and it's either a) nonsense or b) just lies) and they've been mildly annoying but like liveable as neighbours. (I mean they haven't fired bb pellets into our garden or thrown constant teen ragers so we can forgive the occasional 1am karaoke party.)
But now the prick has gotten himself a metallic purple lamborghini that he now every single fucking morning revs outside the fucking house at 10am bc he doesn't actually have a real job and then he drives it round the streets for like an hour or so and you can hear it coming back for like a full five minutes bc it's a VERY loud car and we live in a quiet suburb.
Every. Single. Morning.
If they didn't have cameras on their property like the arseholes they are I would very seriously consider pouring sugar in his petrol tank. 🙃🙃🙃
#He also has two fucking huge american suvs that he has to park on the street further up#Bc they fucked their own kerb with all the awful building work they did to the house they're living in#Oh and the house isn't their house#It's a portfolio property that they're living in sometimes bc it's convenient#Fuck knows if they're actually paying rent#Bc of the bizarre hours they keep and bc he's constantly coming and going and actually not always at the property#Everyone kinda thought he was a drug dealer for a bit#Before he got his giant fucking suv custom decalled with his scam company and we realised oh no#He's much worse and contributes much less to society than a drug dealer#It's very hard to listen to him lie badly to investors in his sad little 'garden' (it's a tiny square of astro turf)#When me and jo have had multiple letting agents tell me and jo that landlords aren't accepting ppl on benefits#Which is unlawful#It's been months and we still haven't even got a viewing#Let alone a flat!#We have the funding from the government!!#Nobody wants it though!#I hope his lamborghini tires run over just so many nails or glass#Blog post
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A Little Brain Scrub
I have a family member that believes there is no pandemic. How is that? I guess there is a whole movement that believes this. So, people are dying how? In 7 months 2 million people have died worldwide. In the same time period, there have been 10 million people in the US that tested COVID positive. What do we call this?
Of course, many people are using the TV/movie/book version like The Hot Zone, as a point of reference, “now that is what a pandemic looks like,” they say. They think if it were a real pandemic people would be “dropping like flys.” If it truly got to that point we would really be screwed worldwide. That would be worse than a pandemic, it would be an extinction event.
The definition of a pandemic is “(of a disease) prevalent over a whole country or the world.” That is all it means. What about this is a pandemic is incorrect? People are getting the sickness/disease here, people are getting the same sickness/disease across the country and people are getting the sickness/disease in other countries. That fits the definition. I find nowhere in the definition, no matter which dictionary I look in, does it say “people must drop like flys.” Obviously, this group of people knows something even the scholars don’t.
Speaking of, this group of people is quite a bit bigger than one would have guessed. That is disappointing. We have that many people in the country who prefer not to think for themselves. That is truly frightening. Of course, I am referring to my friends the Trumpsters.
And I was amazed or maybe I was horrified, I’m not sure which, the day after the election. I live in a nice retirement community with over 55 adults and most are quite a bit over 55. I drove down my street and several of the houses were flying their flag, nice, right? Not. They were flying them half-mast! Are you fucking kidding me? Just because Trump lost?
Now that is a slap in the face to democracy and patriotism. These people think they are patriots, who tout the flag and talk about their rights and pro-America. These same people are basically shitting on the flag. They might as well burn it. Flying the flag at half-mast is not to be taken lightly. Only the president can order the flag to be flown at half-mast (and guess what Trumpsters, Trump lost and he is NOT your president).
“Those individuals and agencies that usurp authority and display the flag at half-staff on inappropriate occasions are quickly eroding the honor and reverence accorded this solemn act,” says the American Legion and I fully agree! I mean Wells Fargo is doing this as well! WTF?
What about flying the flag at half-mast is patriotic? Are they going to do it all four years? I get so angry every time I pass the neighbor’s house because I see it. It is an affront every time. I even printed out 20 flyers with the American Legion saying above on it. I wanted, and still want, to throw them all over their fence into their backyard. I wanted to tape the flyers to the windshields of their vehicles. I want to strike back or strike out.
Speaking of, have you ever noticed what vehicles Trumpsters drive? Trucks, SUVs, muscle cars and American-made sedans. It is horrible to stereotype says you, and you are right. But it is true. What vehicles are parked at rallies? What vehicles do you see all decked out with American flags, the bigger the better? Trucks, the higher the better, big tires, lots of modification, maybe they rock climb with their truck or they pull their toy hauler with their Polaris, going out to the dunes to drink beer and drive their UTVs around. Maybe they will take their guns so they can target practice because drinking beer, driving UTVs, and shooting guns all go together, especially the beer. Just sayin.
I have another relative who, unfortunately, married a Trumpster (actually I have two, eye roll). They have a little boy. Dad is in the military and mom, my relative, used to be normal but now follows her husband. The little boy is obsessed with war movies and they encourage it. They bought him military gear, a helmet, a tactical vest, an ammo belt and of course a replica M4. They sent a picture of him all geared up, holding the machine gun at the ready with a scowl on his face. They think it’s cute.
What about dressing your child up like a killer is cute? But god help them, they need their guns, especially their fully automatic M16s because they hunt deer with them. Yeah. Are the deer shooting back or something? Are they that afraid of the deer that they need a fully automatic weapon? Or maybe it is the scary sounds in the wild while they are hunting. And these people teach their kids how to hold a gun and how to shoot as soon as they can. I remember my brother being taught and I was jealous I wasn’t because I was a girl.
And this is patriotic. Dressing my 8-year-old like a sniper is patriotic. He will likely grow up hating Democrats and he will not really know why. He will join a survivalist group, hate queers and liberals, and believe that men are superior to women. He will shoot guns, practice being a sniper, learn hand-to-hand combat, all to be a patriot. Because that is the American way. War not peace. Force not negotiation. Show strength not compromise. Shoot first, not ask questions. That is patriotic.
Trumpsters have no idea where they were/are headed. Welcome to Jonestown, line up for your kool-aid, never mind the people in pain and dying. An incredible phenomenon. Trumpsters don’t see what is so very obvious to the rest of us. They are so sure that the sky is green because Trump said so. We look up and nope, still blue. But don’t infringe on the Trumpsters' rights to call the sky green!
It is so interesting to me because I have always been fascinated with Nazi Germany and what happened there. I have wondered what it was about Hitler that people followed with no question. I mean how can people do that? How can they not see what was happening? How could they let it happen? And now I know. I still don’t understand it but I have had the opportunity to witness how a leader mesmerizes a huge section of a country to believe anything he says no matter how irrational. How the leader can literally say and do anything and get away with it.
And they follow blindly. They listen to his propaganda. Definition,“information, especially of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political cause or point of view.” See, Hitler did this with the Jews. He villainized the Jews. It could have been anyone but he chose the Jews, lucky them. They became the enemy that everything wrong could be blamed on. There’s a shortage? It’s the Jews, they take the bread out of your child’s mouth.
And then he offers a solution. Only I can solve your Jew problem. Trump did the same thing with immigrants at first and eventually with Democrats. Now the Democrats are the downfall of the country. They are evil, horrible, liberal people. They hate god, they hate family, they hate America and want to destroy it and make America a socialist country. This is all Trump propaganda. And people listen. And they believe. Despite no proof, they don’t ask for proof. They don’t ask for examples or evidence that it is true. Like Democrats are evil and horrible. Okay. What Democrats do you, Mr. Trumpster, know who fit this bill? If they are evil and horrible they must be doing evil and horrible things, what things are they? Ask a Trumpster.
Then, once the people are properly brainwashed, he proceeds to cut the country off, starts to close our borders. Hitler closed Germany’s borders, it’s called isolation. Kind of like North Korea, ever heard of it? North Korea is a good modern example of a country that has closed its borders. Not only would we keep the immigrants out, but Trump would also have kept Americans in.
I believe that leaving the country would be defecting and would not be looked upon kindly in Trump’s America. Once he had all of that buttoned up and our country was “self-sufficient” he would start introducing his own police force to keep the peace. He was already headed that way. They would be deployed slowly in more and more places, eventually, there would be no local police, it would be federal and more specifically, Trump’s force. Say hello to the neo SS.
And people, through all of this the Trumpsters are clapping and holding up the American flag, which would eventually be modified to include something Trump. Their rights would be secure! They finally had a voice in Trump and he is getting things done! It’s about time that we had a real police force that came in and made everything safe and secure! It’s okay that they are everywhere with their M4s and you have to show your passport when asked. Better be safe than sorry!
Since concentration camps have worked before there is no point messing with success. Put the immigrants/minorities in several which would have been built. And any outspoken Dems. In fact, herd all of the Dems up and put them in certain cities or certain parts of the city. We need to protect our white American children from the undesirables. White supremacy would reign once again.
Yes, Trump would have saved this country (from democracy). The funny thing is that Trump didn’t even hide that he was a fascist or that he was promoting fascism. Dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation and forcible suppression of opposition. Boom. There you go.
So, let them fly our flag at half-mast in protest. Biden and the Dems took away the Trumpsters rights to have a fascist America. They never even got to chant Hail Trump! Or maybe they did and I don’t know about it.
They have the right to disgrace the American flag. They have a right to spread a deadly disease. They have the right to purchase and use a fully automatic weapon. They have a right to vote for a dictator. They have the right to a fascist America. And I guess a serial killer has a right to kill. The rapist a right to rape. Because it’s about me, not you. And I have the right to do what I want to do because I’m free white and American. Isn’t it beautiful?
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Chapter 14
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FLOTUS—POV
In the morning I make a concerted effort to go about my day as normal. I pretend that mere hours before Harry didn’t have me pinned to a wall, doing…well I can vividly remember what he did.
The biggest issue is that I want to do it again.
Anna either can’t see something is amiss or I’ve successfully hidden it but I feel like I have a huge sign on my forehead that reads ‘Prince Harry gave me the most spectacular orgasm last night.’
Additionally, I avoid Paul. He’s a hulking shadow behind me at all times today, but I don’t acknowledge him. His presence feels even more overbearing than usual.
He hasn’t had the guts to address what he witnessed in the hall last night. Part of me wants him to just so I have an excuse to rant and rave. Really, I should get the asshole fired.
After the Closing Ceremony I’m waiting for my SUV in a secured area of the amphitheater. Anna is standing next to me putting finishing touches on press releases and social media posts. My hand is itching to pull out my phone. I want to talk to Harry, see if we could meet up sometime this evening.
There’s commotion at the other end of the hall.
Speak of the devil.
Harry emerges with Ed and his security team. He’s dressed in a blue suit, face still flushed with the excitement of the day. Our eyes lock and immediately blush. My stomach knots remembering the feel of his hands, his lips…whoa I’ve got to pull myself together.
Harry unabashedly lets his gaze sweep over my body, a confident perusal. He smiles slowly, predatorially. Shit. I really need to get myself together.
Anna’s discreet voice reaches my ear, “What in ever-loving hell is that about?”
I shake my head, “You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, but I really think I do.” She says just as Harry stops in front of us.
“Miss Randolph.”
“Your Royal Highness.”
We pause for a moment both just taking one another in. Up close I can see the faint signs of fatigue, he has had a busy week, but I also see the excitement in his eyes. He’s doing what he loves, no doubt making the exhaustion worth it.
I very much try not to blush.
Someone coughs near us, maybe Ed.
Harry blinks but then focuses back on me, “Myself and a few others are going into the park this evening. Interested?”
“The park?” I ask stupidly.
“Magic Kingdom. It does feel a bit sacrilege to be this close and not go. Right?”
Before I know it, I’m nodding my head.
“8ish?”
“Sounds good.”
After a quick nap and light dinner at the hotel Anna finally pounces. “Okay, what’s going on? The two of you barely see each other all day but then when you do it’s all stars and hearts. What happened?”
“Nothing.” I insist.
“Bullshit.”
I pause. Then sigh, if I can’t talk to her about it I can’t tell anyone else.
“You have to stay silent until I finish.”
“Understood.”
I take a deep breath then explain what happened last night right up to our hot and heavy session against the door. When I finish I peek up at Anna. She’s staring at me impassively, her calm mask firmly in place.
She nods, “You deserve it. Kennedy, you are only human and he is I would imagine very hard to resist.”
I hold up a finger, “There’s a little more.”
“Oh?”
“Paul kind of, maybe but definitely did catch us.”
“What do you mean by ‘catch us’?” Her words are still slow and calm.
I just wince.
“Oh fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly.” I start pacing. “He hasn’t said anything today…”
“He should be fired. Spying on an intimate moment like that.” Anna goes to reach for her phone.
I look at her panicked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m calling personnel. He’ll be on a plane back to whatever pit he emerged from never to hassle us again.”
“You can’t do that.” She looks at me puzzled. “To get him terminated you’ll have to explain why which would make it back to Jenkins and then get back to my father.”
Which is the worst case scenario, nuclear level disaster. I can only imagine the way that phone call would go and it wouldn’t be fucking pretty.
Anna has a hand pressed thoughtfully to her chin. She taps her chin then frowns, that’s never good. “What?”
“My instinct tells me that Jenkins already knows.”
“Why on earth would you say that?” Then it dawns on me: Paul is loyal to Jenkins so Jenkins definitely knows. Shit. I sigh. “I suppose there’s a silver lining.”
“There is?”
“Jenkins plays the long game. There’s no way he would turn over information like this now. He’ll sit on it for a bit.” I collapse into the armchair. “So I’ll have time to enjoy my life before my father goes ballistic and tries to ground me.”
Anna laughs then apologizes.
I laugh too. It really is absurd. I’m an adult, a representative of the most powerful nation in the world and I’m being policed like a teenager.
“On another note, the Secret Service has briefed and prepared the visit to the park this evening.”
“Good. You’re coming right?” She opens her mouth to protest. “You’re coming.”
And before she can argue there’s a knock on the door followed by the smug visage of Paul appearing. Anna and I exchange disgusted looks. “What?”
“Miss Randolph, I would like to discuss your plans for this evening.”
“What about them?” I absentmindedly scroll through my phone.
“Unfortunately, we cannot approve the plans.”
I raise my brow, “Funny. Because my Chief-of-Staff just told me that the Secret Service approved it.”
“That is correct, but we’ve decided it would be best if you remained in your hotel suite this evening.”
I put my phone down gently even though I want to smash it. The trickle of information he’s passing out like alms is grating on my nerves. “Who is ‘we’?”
“The President’s Chief-of-Staff, Miss.”
Anna and I exchange a look.
I fold my arms over my chest, making my displeasure well known. “But not the President.”
“Correct, Miss. However, the Chief-”
I stand, “In that case. I will be going. Feel free to stay here.” I start to walk to my bedroom.
“Miss Randolph, after what happened last night. It would be best to not ‘tempt fate’ We’re concerned about negative publicity.”
I don’t appreciate his oblique reference to what happened last night. I especially don’t appreciate Jenkins essentially holding me hostage on no authority but his own. I turn to face Paul head on. “Oh, are you planning on spying during an intimate moment again? Is that what you mean?”
“Miss-.”
“Save your apology, I’m sure that’s what you were about to say.” I glare, focusing all my hate and frustration on this pathetic excuse of a human. “Let me repeat myself, ‘Go fuck yourself.’”
And I go into my bedroom I can just barely hear Anna escorting Paul out, sarcasm dripping from her polite words.
Thirty minutes later I re-emerge dressed for a casual evening at the Happies Place on Earth. I grab a pair of highwaisted denim shorts with a band of lace around the hem. I pair it with an orange knit crop-top that has a geometric band around the bottom. On a whim I grab my wedge sneakers.
When I walk back out Anna has quickly changed as well, opting for a crisp pair of linen shorts and blouse instead of her usual suit. “Shall we?”
She nods.
When I step out into the hall I can sense the tension. My security team is looking anywhere but at me. “What’s going on?” The men exchange a glance but don’t offer an explanation. This really can’t be good. I step closer to Mitch, the de facto head of my detail. “Is something wrong?”
“Paul expressed his displeasure with your agenda this evening.” He says stoically.
I roll my eyes, “You still have approval from the Director, right?” He nods, yet hesitates. “I’m sensing a ‘but’.”
“He’s working on subverting that approval.”
I should probably pick my battles, but I’m done. Paul is overreacting. I’ve purported myself appropriately in public the last few days, per my father’s request. What I do in private will not dictate what I’m allowed to do in public. Besides, what could be more wholesome and American than a trip to Disney World?
“Then perhaps we should move quickly.” I suggest.
Mitch blinks, surprised but then his lips quick into a smile. “Yes Miss.”
We meet Harry in the lobby, Ed and Lieutenant Lovell area also waiting for us. Harry stands when he sees me, “You were almost late.”
“Yes, but we’re here now. Mr. Fox. Lieutenant Lovell.” I place a chaste kiss on Harry’s cheek. “Let’s get a move on.”
“In a rush?” He asks suspiciously.
“Maybe I’m just excited.” I counter then flash him a warm smile. “Let’s have fun tonight.”
He stares down at me, his gaze searching for something. Finally after a beat or two he smiles. “That’s my plan.” And as he walks past me he squeezes my hand.
Instead of taking the monorail we’re escorted into a dark SUV and taken into a back entrance to the park, probably to avoid a crush of people. Oddly our little group is silent as we travel. Part of me is actually engrossed seeing behind the scenes at the park while the other part is very conscious of Harry sitting just feet away.
I wish we were closer, much closer. I glance over at him and he’s watching me, his eyes betraying a host of inappropriate thoughts. Glad to see the feeling is mutual at least.
It’s amazing how seamlessly the staff area of the Magic Kingdom morphs into the park. In one moment we’re surrounded by concrete and headless cartoon characters the next we’re on the Main Street U.S.A. Disney’s Victorian re-creation of Americana.
And there are people everywhere.
Since it’s well past sunset I have to forego my sunglasses. The good news is that people rarely notice famous people in places they aren’t expected. Families don’t come to Magic Kingdom looking for the First Lady or Prince Harry so their minds rarely connect the dots.
I’m praying that holds true tonight.
We melt into the crowds, our security teams forming a tight but what appears as casual barrier around us. With their casual clothes they can almost pass as tourists. Of course if you look hard enough you would notice the ear pieces and the tell-tale bulges of their weapons.
“Where to first?” I ask.
Harry shrugs, “It’s been so long.”
I decide to give him the whirlwind Disney experience. We don’t have much time, but it must be enough to hit the high points. “Cinderella’s castle it is.”
I lead our little group with Harry falling into step beside me. We move with ease, most people not noticing us.
We pause in front of Cinderella castle. I turn to him as he stares up at the picturesque building. “Now, I know you have a real castle but this one is still something special. You have to admit.”
He taps his chin with his finger, thinking and staring at the building. “It’s kind of small.” I punch him in the shoulder. “Ouch!”
I glare at him but see him smirking. Damn man was being facetious. “Seriously, it’s amazing right?”
He nods, then spins around to take in the whole view with the midway behind us. “It really is. I remember this feeling, like there’s no other place like this in the world.”
I agree and we keep walking, taking a left towards Liberty Square, the colonial themed section of the park. Vaguely I can hear our friends chatting behind us.
“Do you think adult Harry will enjoy this as much as little Harry?” I ask.
“Adult Harry is definitely enjoying it so far, company especially.” He pauses then bumps his hip against mine. “We can talk about little Harry later.” He winks and I can’t help but laugh.
I roll my eyes, “You’re lucky I know you’re joking with those cheesy pick-up lines or else it would be very creepy. A turnoff even.”
“I know, I know. But it made you laugh.”
“It did.”
He swings an arm around my shoulder pulling me close so he can speak softly, “And I do love hearing you laugh.”
I let myself relax for a moment, just enjoying his arm around me, the feeling of security and comfort. His muscles gently flex and I resist the urge to huddle closer.
There’s a light cough. And I know it’s Anna’s polite way of censoring us.
Carefully, Harry retrieves his arm. It’s awkward for a moment until Harry exclaims, “Well look who it is!” He’s pointing at everyone’s least favorite attraction, The Hall of Presidents. And there’s a cardboard cutout of my father outside of it. “Let’s take a picture.”
“Harry…” I begin to complain.
“Relax, I don’t want to sit through it, just a quick picture.” I remain firmly planted a few feet away from the cutout, which Harry stands next to.
This causes our security details to separate slightly, limiting how much they can blend in. People start noticing. I can feel the familiar prickle of the stares. Anna looks at me, wondering what the move is. She could intervene but it would attract much more attention.
I step closer and a triumphant smile lights Harry’s face. “Sure, on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“We take a selfie.” I watch as his face goes from triumphant and flirtatious to annoyed.
He shakes his head, “Absolutely not. I hate selfies.”
“Oh, you do?” I lift my hand to my face. “I had no idea.”
Harry sighs, “Fine. You win this round.” I nod confidently then follow Harry as we continue our walk. “Remember though, what goes around comes around.”
Belatedly I realize that Harry is now confidently leading the way through liberty square into the western themed area. “Where are we going? And more importantly how do you know where you’re going?”
Harry doesn’t answer he just smirks.
“Really?”
We keep walking and Harry stays silent. Finally he stops on a bridge and turns to the attraction. “Oh no.” I say adamantly then cross my arms.
“Come on, it was my favorite when I was younger.”
“But I would get wet.” Harry just raises his brow, and I know he wants to make a double entendre. “You know what I meant.”
I can only imagine the photos that could come from that opportunity. Or from people trying to purchase the ride photo.
“It’s just a little water.” He then turns to the rest of the group. “Ed? Anna? Lovell? You win?”
“Hell yeah.” Lovell responds, then looks at Anna. “You can sit with me.”
Ed jumps in then, “I’ll go as well.”
“This is peer pressure.” I declare, but no one seems sympathetic to my cause. I realize that this is a losing battle. I eye the illuminated faux mountain warily, the water rushing over the edge. “Fine.”
Harry lets out an excited yelp, then practically drags me toward the line.
It’s not a long wait, luckily, probably because it’s dark and starting to get just a little chilly. We wait in line, people mostly keeping to themselves instead of bothering us. I’m thankful for it. It makes it much easier to enjoy this time.
When we get towards the front I hear Anna curse. I look toward her panicked, she’s not one to curse in public at least not loud enough for people to hear. Slowly I turn towards her. Harry is trying not to look like he’s paying attention. “Anna, what’s wrong?”
“Paul’s coming.”
“What?”
Anna’s face doesn’t show any emotion, but I know the idea of Paul coming here makes her just as angry as me. “He revoked approval for your outing. He’s going to escort you back to the Resort.”
As soon as she finishes Mitch speaks, “My apologies Miss, but once the ride is over we will be escorting you back to your accommodations.”
Frustration threatens to overwhelm me. It feels like I’m a child, but I think I even had more freedom then. I glance around and notice that Harry, Ed and Parker are all looking at me with pity. Embarrassment washes over me. I despise this.
Most of all I know if I leave now this will be the last time I see Harry for god knows how long. Our goodbye would be in a crowded theme park, no kiss, no hug, probably not even a sincere farewell. I tell myself that what I’m really going to miss is the potential sex later on, but I know that’s not the
My eyes drift shut as I try to think, try to block out all the excess chatter. A very irresponsible idea takes root in my head. Holy shit, if I do this…
Fuck it, I’m an adult, an educated, independent adult who should be able to do this.
Solemnly I nod towards Mitch, “Understood. So my two agents can ride with us and Harry’s will wait for us at the end of the ride.”
No one objects to that plan. I pull out my phone and quickly type a text to Harry, Do you trust me?
I don’t hear his phone go off which must mean it’s on silent. I look over at Harry ignoring the confused looks from everyone else. He’s looking at me, brows furrowed almost glaring. “You’re just going to leave then?”
I sigh dramatically, “I have to. I wish I didn’t, but I really don’t have a choice.” I pause then hold out my hand palm up. “Let me see your phone, I want to make sure you have my number.”
“I know that I have your number, but that’s not-.”
“Let me check.” I interrupt forcefully. Harry pulls his phone out and I notice Anna watching me warily, she knows something is up. I can see my message on the screen, waiting unopened. I pretend to insert my number then return to the phone. “There.”
Harry’s eyes only widen slightly as he reads the message, but we’re moving in line so it goes unnoticed.
My phone vibrates, Of course. What’s going on?
When the ride stops, grab my hand and run. I send it then put my phone back in the bag, trying to look nonchalant.
He reads the message then silently nods. I can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited.
We continue to get closer to the loading station. “So I guess this is goodbye.” I say, with a tone of sadness in my voice.
“I guess.” Harry sticks out his hand. “It was a pleasure working with you Miss Randolph.”
I shake his hand, “Likewise, your royal highness.”
Anna is still eyeing me suspiciously as I organize everyone in the car.
Harry and I sit in the front row and I slide in first. Parker and one of Harry’s RPOs sit a row behind us, leaving one row empty and then Ed and Anna take the second to last while my agents sit in the back row. Before Anna sits down I call her over and slip her my ring with a smile, “I don’t want to lose it.”
“Kennedy, whatever you think-.”
I hold up my hand, “Enjoy the ride, Anna.”
I settle in next to Harry who looks at me I simply smile back. “You wanted to have fun, right?”
He laughs loudly, “I might regret this.”
“Not a chance.”
“You know that the people in the front get the most wet.” He teases.
“Liar.” But my nerves do twist a little as we go up the first short hill.
When we’re reaching the crest, my hands tighten on the lapbar. Harry chuckles, “Don’t tell me you’re going to scream.”
“I’m not going to-.” I inhale sharply as the boat reaches the peak, but finally see it’s just a little drop. “See not going to scream.”
“Sure you weren’t.” Harry just settles back, arms crossed over the back of his head, “This is going to be good.”
As the ride turns from the happy go lucky cartoons to darker I start to get nervous. I remember what the hill looked like from outside, it actually is fairly tall. I bite my lip, knowing that I’m definitely going to scream. We start up the big hill, which is dark at the end due to the lateness of the evening.
I can hear the screams from the car ahead of us and I flinch.
Harry reaches over and squeezes my hand, “It’s going to be fine.”
“I know, I know. I just can’t help it.”
HE nods, “Come on, put your arms up.”
I agree but only because I need to for my plan. “At the last moment I will.”
At the top of the hill I focus on the castle lit in the distance instead of the darkness below us and the rushing water. When I feel gravity begin to drag us over I throw up my hands as Harry does the same, and I do in fact let out a small scream.
We emerge and I look down, I’m pretty drenched. I’m sure my hair is going to be a mess. I look over at Harry who’s also been splashed, I can see the darker bits of his shirt. He’s smiling like he’s a little kid again. And I can’t help but laugh.
As we make the turn we pass by the pathway which is filled with people standing against the rail. My stomach drops, I know they’re looking for us. Someone in line obviously spotted us, or someone in the station did. They spot us and scream. Harry and I both give a little wave.
He groans, “Well there’s another cover story.”
“At least your hair still looks good.” I remark. Harry nods then reaches out to tuck one of my hairs back but then he stops himself.
“That was close.” He then whispers. “Want to share more of your plan now?”
“Just follow my lead.” Truth is I have no idea whether or not this is going to work.
The car pulls into the station and I notice people have their cameras out. I focus on getting Harry and I out though. I stand casually and Harry does the same. There’s commotion and I realize that the back restraint is stuck, trapping my security.
What a stroke of luck.
“Oh my god!” I exclaim. The rest of the group all stare at me, while the workers are busy with my security. “My ring, it’s gone.” Anna frowns, but I continue. “Please everyone check their rows, I mean while we’re waiting.”
The group does but I shake my head at Harry. As soon as they are all preoccupied, I grab his hand and run.
There’s commotion behind us but I keep moving, dragging Harry along. I’m running as fast I can, weaving in and out of tourists, knowing that the rest of the evening hinges on us putting distance between us and the rest of the group, now.
We blow past Harry’s security who was at the exit and keep moving.
My blood is pumping as I try to think of where to go, really I didn’t think we would get this far.
“Where are we going?” Harry asks as he struggles to stay close.
People turn and frown as we move through the crowds but most people don’t realize its us, they just think we’re annoying tourists.
I spot the little known way to get to Adventureland and we go through the cramped, covered walkway. They would expect us to go as far away from them as we could, so we’re not.
The scenery shifts into the middle-eastern themed, with matching music and deep colors, purples, golds reds. But I’m focused on finding a souvenir shop, which I do.
I pull Harry into the shop and we find a secluded corner. We both lean against the walls breathlessly, he inhales deeply then exhales, “What’s wrong old man?”
He mock glares at me, still huffing and puffing, “You’re unbelievable. Aren’t your security guys like ex-Navy seals?”
“Probably.” I lean back and laugh. “I can’t believe it worked.”
Harry looks around surreptitiously, “Yeah, me either. But now that we’re alone, what’s your plan?”
“Let’s do some shopping.”
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