(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 33: Directions

Way passed midnight, after hailing a cab, we checked into a hotel, and had a good night's sleep. And it was Annie that woke us up with her cute, little whimpers. But before I could react, Don Juan jolted out of bed, and picked her up.

"Jesus Christ, man! She's not even crying. What's the rush?" I groaned with a groggy morning voice, before I stretched out. But when Donnie picked her up, she got so eager to eat, that she really did start crying. And no matter how much he rocked her in his arms, she just wouldn't stop. I sighed heavily, while I waited for him to realize what the problem was. But he never did.

"You can rock her until she gets shaken baby syndrome, but you won't get her to stop crying."

Donnie's mouth fell open, and his eyes got bigger than Jupiter.

"She's hungry, dumbass!" I finally exclaimed. Donnie looked somewhat confused from Annie, to me, and back at Annie again.

"What? Are you surprised that babies needs food?"

"N-no b-but..."

"You can't help her with that, you know. You don't have breasts."

He blushed, and watched me crawl over the bed, to Annie. And hesitantly, he finally allowed me to have her. But he just couldn't tear his eyes away. It was like he was totally locked on her, and was jealous because I was the one breastfeeding her. And soon, I'd had enough.

"Do you mind?! Go to the bathroom or something. I hate when people stare at me like that!"

He frowned, and mumbled something in Spanish, but did as I said. And a while later, he came back out, freshly showered and neatly shaven, only wearing his boxer brief. I internally groaned, as I secretly admired his body, but I wouldn't let myself anywhere near him in his state of mind. No. It had to wait. But then he started to put on his goldpants again.

"No!" I yelled so loudly, that both him and Annie got completely startled.

"N-no. You can't wear those today," I said, trying to come up with a good reason without telling him that it was because it would kill me to watch his gorgeous self, swagger around, without allowing myself to touch him. Not under any circumstance was I going to fall for that rose petal, trembling lovey-dovey stuff, he was pulling all the time!

Little did I know, that that wouldn't be a problem at all. At. All!

"You... Uhm. Those... They'll cause too much attention. And... We can't... We don't need that today."

He squinted out in the air, as if he was thinking hard, and then put on some black slacks instead, with a white t-shirt and red shirt. And while he gathered his hair into a half ponytail, he came over to me.

"Is she done?" he asked.

I giggled mildly.

"Yeah, but she needs..."

I didn't come any further, because he grabbed Annie like if he was starving, and she was his first meal in weeks, and then he went over to sit on the couch. But suddenly he wrinkled his nose, and looked at her.

"...a new diaper," I finished, and giggled even more.

"Uhm..."

I held both my hands up in defense, to show him that he needed to man up and do the job. Then, I got up and found what he needed. And slowly, he walked over to the bed and placed Annie on the mattress. But, despite the fact that he retched several times, he did the job like a pro.

Maybe he remembers something from Michael or Michaela? They could almost do it in the blind. Or... Maybe...? No...! That can't be it, Gail. He doesn't have children from the sexual escapades he's had earlier...?!? Or does he? Oh, my fucking God! Maybe he does...!

I studied him closely with furrowed eyebrows, while he finished putting on the new dress Michaela had bought for her. It was sparkling silver. Of course it was...

"What?" Donnie said as he looked at me.
"I didn't do it well enough?"

"No, no. You did an excellent job. It's... We need to get going. We need to get a car. Like... Buying one. Not stealing, this time."

"Stealing?! But... Do we have a proper baby seat for her?"

I looked around in the room, and threw my arm out in the air, with an extra swing with my wrist.

"What do you think? Does it look like we have one?"

"Your sarcasm really doesn't fit your beautiful appearance," he stated out of nowhere.

"Oh, man. I almost gave a fuck!" I said, but inwardly struggled to keep cool. Did he just say I was beautiful?

"That's exactly what I meant. You need to find other ways to express yourself. There are so many beautiful words. Why choose the bad ones? You need to open your mind to see la hermosa flor bloom so wonderfully around us. And the colors are blessed from heaven above, and makes you yearn for something more. Something powerful, that already rests within you, waiting to blossom. And when you..."

You know... The way he's rolling his r's are kinda cute, Gail. What?! Nooo! That's just...! Shh!

"Look... This lovey-dovey stuff is a nice chapter and all, but when is the chapter where you shut the fuck up?!?!" I grunted, totally unamused. But honestly, I blushed a little because of my own thoughts. I would not have anything to do with him that way.

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, Gail.

He glared at me and turned away, while he kissed Annie's head. Then he turned back to face me.

"Why don't you like me?"

"Well, let's see... You're hitting on every single women you come across..."

"No, I don't. Only the..."

"Oh, gee. I'm sorry! The married women you come across. And even when we got married, you tried to fuck that lady that was... Well, that functioned as my maid of honor, even though I didn't know her. And the fact that I had to tie you up, to make you stay long enough for me to put on my wedding gown... Well. Why do you think I'm not all fainting-horny-cum-dripping-slut, drooling all over you?! Care to answer?"

He gasped and looked at me in disgust.

"Look, I'm actually really great to get along with once you've learn to worship ME, and not every middle aged housewife you lay your eyes on. And I don't actually...dislike you. You only annoy me when you're breathing, really."

He scowled at me, and demonstratively sat down on a chair beside the window, and pretended that I wasn't there anymore. So I rolled my eyes and dropped the argument, by walking to the bathroom to take a shower. And then we didn't speak much until we left the hotel around noon.

******

A few hours later, we'd surprisingly bought ourselves a new car, and a baby seat for Annie. And I say surprisingly, because it was a God's wonder that I managed to tell the salesman what we were looking for. The only words I knew in French were how much it costed for a beer, and 'thank you', for Christ sake! But it felt good to be on the move again, and not depend on others to take us somewhere. And we had no clue if the police was on to us or not. But we got a problem, though...

"Which is the direction out of the country? And where do we go?" I asked Don Juan.

"How should I know. I don't even know which country we are in."

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. We're in Morocco."

Donnie raised his head in surprise, and his entire being lighted up.

"Let's go to Spain! I've always wanted to go to Spain, the home country to the first lover that has dedicated his life to give women pleasure. And I need to feel the spirit of the country to truly get in touch with my inner..."

"Oh, knock it off! And quit talking about yourself in third person, it just sounds corny. I really don't have the energy to pretend to like you today, so just find the fucking way North, and shut up."

But he couldn't. We couldn't.

So, we stopped and bought a map and some other necessities, and came back to the car and saw...

A police officer, investigating our car.