Day two of Brittany began with a whined tirade. She was hungry. Where was the food? Did we have any dieting shakes? Where did we keep the organic protein bars? She has a gluten allergy. We needed to be sure and check labels, because gluten made her bloat. Who was going to heat some water for her bath. She had to wash everything daily or she got oily skin.
I honestly have no clue how she exists right now. I thought the entitled skanks went out in the first month. Someone must have kept her under a rock somewhere and cultured her carefully just to release her special form of hell upon me. I don’t think I deserve this. Okay, I got my bitching out. I’ll shut up. Well, at least until she does or says something moronic again. So, in a minute or two.
Tim is smitten. Not with me of course. I can tell he’s intimidated by me at this point. Brittany is his new puppy to take care of. He suggested a food run to fill the pantry here at the ranger station. It’s a nice walk down the mountain, it’ll be rough hiking back up. Nothing we can’t handle though. Packaged food can be scarce in some parts, but in these more rural areas people tended to stock their pantries. That’s my hope any way.
Tim, Jim, and I found an awesome Ranch style house that was bursting with goodies. I would have suggested we just move in but there were giant glass walls that gave a beautiful mountain view, but no security. So we had to haul it all up to our secret hideaway. Bob and the B stayed behind and when we showed up with bags of groceries, she immediately dug in. Bob suggested she stay behind and arrange the food, while he went along to help carry the rest. We left.
I came back first and not only had she not organized anything, she had opened half of the sealed glass jars of vegetables. I was speechless, for a second anyway.
“What in the name of all that is holy, do you think you are doing?” She completely missed my tone of voice or didn’t particularly give a shit, because she flippantly said “Oh I wanted to see if any of the jelly was good. I think it’s all gone bad.” Then wrinkled her nose, flipped her hair, and turned to walked away.
I’m fairly sure there was cartoon steam coming from my ears. Without me realizing it, my hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of her silky blondness. I saw it happen, thought about stopping myself, but eh…why not go with it.
I pulled her backwards and dragged her back to the open jars on the counter. Brittany screamed, of course. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t drag a woman around! Ow, ow, ow! Your pulling my hair out, Tim HELP!”
With my one hand, I lined the five jars up and picked up a spoon. I tasted each, all while she struggled to get away. They were all good, they were just vegetables.
Then, Tim showed up. He sounded scared when he confronted me. “Let her go, Gabe. What are you doing?”
Bob came in the cabin, a bit breathless. “What happened? What’s this?” Brittany played the sobbing victim. “I was just so hungry. Gabe started yelling and abusing me Bob.”
I held her head tight. I laughed at her audacity, then looked at Bob. “She needs to be taught a lesson. I refuse to be her keeper. Do you see all these opened jars? She wanted jelly. What’s inside is written clearly on the top and you can see what’s inside for crying out loud! So I’m gonna make her eat one. All of it! I’ll use the rest tonight, so it doesn’t go to waste.” Bob shrugged his shoulders, “Sounds fair” and walked back outside.
Brittany screamed, “What! Tim you’re not going to let her do this are you?” I gave him a glare and he sighed, “I agree with Grandpa, seems fair. But Gabe, you need to let go of her hair.”
I nodded, “Fine!” and released her. Brittany fell to the floor, sobbing. “Oh stop it princess, just come sit at the table and eat. If you don’t like our rules, you know where the door is.” I looked to Tim to be sure he wouldn’t go against my threat. He was worried, but he kept his mouth shut. “What’ll it be Brittany?” Now I can not tell you how hard I was wishing for her to be super stupid and choose definite death out on her own, but she pulled herself together and sat at the table. I’m not a total monster, I let her choose the flavor. She picked carrots, I handed her the spoon, and she ate it. She made us suffer along with her for a while, in the form of harsh gagging and sobs. I’ve heard better fake gags in b-rated porn.
I finally went and whispered in her ear, “All that gagging you’re doing is nice. Keep it up, I’m going to go spend some time in the bathroom.” That stopped her and I kind of felt bad for using creepy man tactics to get her to shut up, but hell, she did.
After the drama, I decided to take a break from the group for the afternoon and went scouting. I found a hot spring! It is orgasmicly amazing and I’ve decided to keep it to myself. Well, I might tell Bob. Maybe. I spent two hours soaking months of grime and knots out of my back. That spring got me so relaxed, I didn’t even blink when Tim and Brittany went together to her bedroom tonight. I shuddered in disgust a little, but it didn’t bother me. Now it’s just me and Bob. And Jim of course. I made us some tissue earplugs for the night. That’s nothing either of us want to hear. Bleck and double Bleck!
More to come……
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