Pebble

Chapter 12 (Darren)

 I detest shopping I don't know why others can't do this part. After all, we are sharing. Gaven has a point about not hurting Pebble, but man Its going to be hard. My brother is so confident it will all work out. That dream I had last night was something else. I wasn't even the one fucking her. Just fondling, I did get pissed that it got cut short though, I'm not one to really finish myself off.

The first shop we go to is owned by Ruby the Angel. We tell her what we are doing there and she loads us up with shoes. When I say shoes I don't mean two or three, we had to call a truck to load them all in the back to take them home. My brother is having a hard time saying no when it comes to Pebble thank fuck we are rich.

The next stop was a clothing store. The woman looked close to Pebbles' size so that's what he told her. He gave her her age height, hair color, and eye color. He is going a little overboard on this stuff. I mean another truckload? Really.

Gaven was much more efficient at this than I was. I was basically along for the ride. Wishing that I could go see her now, I envy the brothers tree right now. They are actually with her.

We decided to go by the library to pick up a few books for her. Not even knowing that she reads or likes to read. He randomly selects several books. The older woman manning the desk, Violet I believe is her name, Browses through the books he has chosen. Her eyes pick up a bit of sparkle as she looks at one in particular.

This book has 4 men on the front all covering their manhood with various flowers and a woman with flower panties, 'Love Blooms."

"Hun is this for anyone in particular?" she asks my brother.

"Pebble. I want to give her plenty to do when she gets to our home." He says.

"How many mates does she currently have sweety." She says

"The last count five." Gaven says.

"Oh, then you won't be needing this book now. It's really not all that interesting anyway." She tells Gaven and takes the book away. Weird.

"I was at the party last night when they arrested her," She says, "Poor girl she just can't catch a break. Have you boys been to visit?"

"No ma'am. Her arraignment will not be until Monday," says Gaven his jaw is slightly tight. He is doing that grinding his teeth thing when he gets upset. I do it too.

"Well, that is just nonsense and impolite. I have half a mind to go check on her myself. I dare them to tell me no." She says.

"Go right ahead, ma'am." Somehow I don't think she's a person to mess with.

The last stop is the retreat. I have been wanting to go there myself, We are guided to her room and decide to take whatever belongings she has there. We pick up her backpack and various marbles fall out of the bag. It is a strange thing to collect but we place them back in the bag and go home. Before we get to the foyer that damn Tiffany is on us like a stink on shit.

" Now why would you bother even taking those smelly things, they should just be thrown away." She says

"You do realize these are the only belongings that she currently has," I tell her. Just the smug look on Tiffany's face is enough to make me growl.

"Why do you care?" she says

"Because she is our girlfriend." I tell her, Now get out of my way." and I don't feel an ounce of guilt nudging past her. What does throw me off is the fury. Blazing fury coming off of Tiffany. More than just any human should have.

Before we are out the door we hear something that makes me grin and I know its gonna make Pebble smile as well.

"Miss Arbuckle you have been warned about your mouth." Says an older woman who I am pretty sure is Mrs. Miles.

"Well, she is not even here and you're still busting my balls About that little Trash Tramp," she whines.

"This country has something called innocent until proven guilty," says a shrill voice that supprises me coming out of that nice old lady, "You are fired, young lady!" She shouts. I can't help but do a fist pump going out the door.

We are finally back at home and I am more than ready to call it a night. When I go to bed I feel the tug of our mate, she is depressed. I know we will get her out of this and the key is that little bitch Tiffany. I place all her things we bought back into her room and start to put away all the clothes and shoes. I want everything ready for her when she gets here. She should not want or need anything. We will take care of her. Somehow I have the feeling she is not going to be "taken care of" she may have a few words to say about that. I laugh to myself knowing she is strong and independent. I cannot wait for this journey to begin.