Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Gun Range

When Angel, Morgan, and Jessica returned from the gun range, smelling of gun powder all three, I made them march to the shower and hand me their clothes. They smelled like they had been standing next to someone shooting a black powder rifle, but indoor ranges can do that.

"Strip, kids. Hand 'em to me. You stink." I instructed.

"We do... Dad." Morgan agreed.

I held out my arms to receive clothing.

"Yes, sir..." Angel said, and all three started handing me clothing in wads.

"Gawds. Did you bath in gunpowder?" I asked.

"We wore our hair up, sir..." Jessica informed me, grinning as she gave me her stuff.

"OK. We can wait till this evening on the hair then, and take our time." I allowed.

We just did hair last night, but even up and tucked in hats, not a good bedtime smell to a hyper.

"Yes, sir." Jessica said, fake meekness.

I left them to get started and to sort their things into the various loads. Our laundry room has a bunch of extra hampers. I personally only have lights and darks. Lady clothes need more special care, and there are four women full time plus Rachel most of the time, plus my parents, plus four kids. Rachel-the-kid is especially rough on clothes. We, therefore, have lots of hampers. Special hanger section for dry clean runs. Only Morgan and Helen have stuff that needs that. Jessica gave up trying to get me suits I will keep.

We have two washers and two dryers stacked in a laundry room originally designed for one of each, and they run all the time. It is a good thing power and water are free here. All the wall storage was taken out and replaced with a framework to hold the hampers. The cleansers (unscented, of course) live on a rack between the two laundry machine stackers.

Jessica's jeans had a Sig P220 in the back pocket. I looked it over. Dropped the clip. Empty. The slide has a catch in it and did not rock smoothly.

Marvin and Skye being up the road means that they get to wash their own clothes now. Danny and Lauri have their own machines out back too. Small favors: I can barely tell the difference with them gone, but Angel and Nakoma here instead. One more set of girl things to put in on the gentle cycle and the light dry.

Nakoma did laundry before, when it was just her and Angel. They took turns. If she worried abut the scale up, she never said a word about it. She takes her turn moving loads around, just like the rest of us. She never commented on suddenly having male things to clean but frankly, why would she? My stuff is EASY compared to hers.

Girls' clothes are made like shit. I do NOT understand why they do not all hold a mass protest, or form their own clothing company. Helen could easily do that.

When I returned to the shower, I heard some laughing, which cut off well before I arrived. Vampire hearing.

They were down on the end by the Jacuzzi, so I shucked shoes and socks and stepped in to the shower room, but stayed on the dry end.

"Report?" I asked. I assume that they were laughing about events at the range more than likely, so I knew they would know what I was asking.

"Hand loaded cartridges. As high pressure as a Sig p220 can handle and then some. Pressure plus plus." Jessica said.

She stopped there. I waited. They waited, water running over them but no soaping up yet.

"Ok. Good talk." I said, and started to leave.

"You really aren't going to ask?" Jessica asked.

"Nope. You said if Instructor did that, you would feed him the gun. You are a momma bear so I assume he chomped on a gun." I answered with a shrug. "Simple."