"I think it would be best if I stay here for awhile," Shelly said when she, Raine, Crystal, Michelle and I all met for brunch the following morning. "At least until we can tell the family about Brooke and upload proper pictures and all that."
"You've taken pictures?" I asked Raine.
She nodded. "More than a few. Some from the waist up on shore, and several more underwater. We even went out to the reef yesterday. I hope you don't mind."
I shrugged it off, not ready to anticipate the weight of that statement just yet. "She's not swimming on her own or anything?"
"Oh no, of course not," Shelly said as she leaned back into her chair. "
As soon as we could get out of the arena, Michelle was scrambling to find the rental car. She couldn't transform, and she couldn't get to the rental car because it was located at the warehouse across town. We found the first door we could find that wasn't mobbed by fans and finally saw sunlight. Shelly was already pacing her breathing from the shade of the exterior walk.
Suddenly, a silver Mustang drove up to Michelle.
"You need a ride?"
"Skye, perfect," Michelle said. "Greg! Over here!"
Shelly, borrowing Raine's wheelchair for the moment, was pushed out by a team member as Raine was helped outside by Sarah and another audience mem
As had become habit, the rest of the night was spent in front of the television, although Michelle and Raine played their own game of cards. Shelly went straight to bed, while I didn't seem to have the energy for games. Even though I had wanted to have been a part of the team that brought in the Dais Twins - and certainly not because I wanted to wrap my arms around their bountiful chests and bring them in personally - I surprised myself to realize that I was tired for a different reason.
I was tired because every part of this mission, even the parts that were tailored to be very easy for each of us, were taxing. Once again we had been
Once we had returned to the hotel and had once again found the opportunity to speak freely, I asked that question.
"No," Michelle replied. "I did not go chasing after them. In fact, Jackson had already been waiting for me outside."
Michelle nodded. "I was all set to join their team and go after the twins, but he stopped me from doing it. He said that my role was here, and even though I transformed into Summer and was starting my engine, prevented me from going."
"I always liked Jackson," I said, even though I had no reason to speak of him as if he had departed. "There's something to be said about a guy who can stop a car i
The drive across town was slow, as everyone in the area took their time getting around the maze of local highways. While it was unlikely that anyone would be letting the rain soil their day at Disney world, the roads were wet enough that everyone took their time. I reached Aerospace Drive in about thirty minutes, pulling along the largely quiet road and scanning the curb for Michelle. Not far from the off ramp onto Technology Drive, which lead to Grigg's training facility, she was standing inside of a bus stop shelter at the next corner.
"Need a ride?" I asked as she pulled open the door and climbed inside.
Michelle clicked her seatbelt
Michelle and I exited the lot and later made our way back across town before picking up some breakfast sandwiches at a drive thru. Fried chicken on a biscuit is very southern, but also very good. Shelly and Raine had largely been sleeping in our absence, although Michelle and I were forced to come clean when pressed about where the sandwiches had come from.
Our call for the afternoon match required us to be back at the training facility by noon, giving Michelle and I a chance to get a small nap in later that morning. Finally, around one in the afternoon, we again rode with the team in the minibus back across town to the convention cent
Just like the previous match the other day, we had our moment in the spotlight. Even though the lights were just as hot as before, this time Michelle had taken one of the maintainer pills. Perhaps the FBI would be a little less antsy this time.
As I tested the controls for the Mermaid, I glanced upward to take a better look at our opponent for this round. The Psycho Killer was a little spin bot, mounted onto an upside down wok and painted purple, much like Ziggo from Battlebots except that Ziggo was painted black and had a tall flag on the top. The other notable difference was that the Killer was mounted with several spiny weapons, like
From that point on, time seemed to go by fairly fast for me. The next thing I knew, we had ridden in a minibus across town, gone inside as a group, and checked in with the judges before being quarantined within our shop area. Since we were forbidden from activating the robot beyond testing individual servos or circuits, there was no more training to be done. Before long, an official crewmember wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard arrived at our shop.
“Manic Mermaid?” the short fellow who sounded almost mousy asked.
Griggs nodded. “That’s us.”
“Time to report for your match. I see there are fi
Lucky for us, the door inside was not locked and we were able to head back inside with our momentary absence largely unnoticed. Perhaps Raine was responsible. Apparently, the appearance of a real mermaid - or at least one thought to be in costume - was enough to remove any hope that we wouldn't be noticed among the competitors.
There's little else from the event that I remember, and I suppose we had our moment with the judges before returning to the hotel. Shelly and Raine were given clearance from the FBI to use the pool, and Michelle went to join them, hoping to find a moment of repose. I stayed in the hotel room, however. I wanted
After sending a text to Annabelle, I spoke with her over the phone and was able to negotiate for a quick wish, repairing the bed, the floor, and ensuring that anyone in the floors below us who thought they might have heard something did not. While I might had been tempted to use a third wish of the day to ensure that Michelle had a chance to lighten up, she instead popped a melatonin tablet and went back to sleep. Raine slept in the tub, and soon I was back in bed myself.
Shelly had been woken up, if only a little, and kissed me with a nod before rushing to the bathroom. Guess someone else might have taken the disruption differently. Ho
While I'm not entirely certain that Summer's excuse held up all that well - Jason seemed to nod and ignore the comment as he continued to explain the controls - Shelly and I spent the better part of the day learning what the bot could and could not do. Steering the machine was not difficult, as the bot moved forward or backwards with one side of a standard remote control joystick, while the machine could be steered using another joystick that allowed for up to eight directions of movement. I was really impressed by the speed of the bot, discovering that it could traverse the box quite quickly but not to the point where it was almost too m
As our flight had landed earlier in the afternoon, we had some time to ourselves before meeting with Griggs at a local Mongolian Barbecue restaurant. Jason had driven the latest model of the Ford Mustang, which thankfully would be a lower profile than his usual ride. He met us out front and made sure I knew that there wouldn't be a 2017 Ford GT or any other supercar in the lot while we were in town.
"We've got a lot of company cars in the area in a lot north of town," Jason said as he shook my hand, "But I figure some expenses related to this trip aren't worth going crazy on. Glad you all made it."
"We're happy to be a part of it," I re
I'll admit by the time I realized what had happened, I still didn't know how I agreed to this mission, if it was a mission. Somehow, we were on a mission for the FBI, although we didn't know what we'd be doing. Either way, I tried to stay engaged long enough to figure it out.
Michelle called me into the office where she had drawn the curtains and blocked out all of the natural light so that the only lights in the room came from the glow of her laptop. She made a deal with Shelly so that only the two of us would be making any contact with Jason Griggs.
Finally, at around noon, Michelle clicked over the video call as Jason Griggs made con
The Robotic Mermaid
A long, but enjoyable, summer season had gone by for the folks on 7515 15th Avenue. My lovely mermaid wife had developed nicely in her pregnancy, bursting at her bras and having to gone shopping for larger ones at least twice. More importantly and perhaps likely a result of the first benefit, her belly had also grown larger. While I've never considered a bursting belly a fetish, I'm okay with it. Because I have to remind myself that pregnancy is a beautiful thing. It lasts for a few months, and if all goes well afterwards, I get to be a daddy. And then something truly beautiful happens. Afterwards, my wife gets to
Check out the TT group, that links to most of the images. I've commissioned a few and they're scattered around, as well as other car TFs on Deviantart. But the best source is the TT group. turbo-teen-terminal.deviantart…