me.”
“Aunt Cappy, now isn’t a good time. I’ve got court this morning and I’m already late,” growled Zeb picking up his Rolex from the coffee table and glancing at the time.
“Yo u won’t be needing that,” said Cat, plucking it from his hand.
“Give it back, I don’t have time for games,” he said , snatching it away from her. “And I only hope to hell I have a clean suit in the closet and a pressed shirt and tie.”
“Won’t be needing those either,” Cat said with a smile.
“Why not?” asked Aunt Cappy, making herself at home by plopping her carpetbag down on the couch and then dropping down her body next to it. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the coffee table with a tired sigh.
“Zeb and I have made an agreement not to use our looks or anything flashy or showy to ge t what we want for the next week.”
“ Hah! That’ll be good,” said Cappy. “But how do you know that each of you will stick to the bargain?”
“Aunt Cappy, you can’t s tay here,” said Zeb, but the pushy woman just ignored him.
“Well,” Cat continued. “My lovely husband here doesn’t trust me so he’s writing up a contract for me to sign.”
“That’s absurd,” said Cappy, moving her feet off the table and turning around to look at them. “If anyone needs to sign a contract, it should be you, Zeb.”
“That’s a great idea.” Cat smiled and nodded her head. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Now wait a moment, I’m not signin g anything,” complained Zeb, as Cat sat down next to Cappy, excited to hear more about this idea.
“ Zeb also said we need someone to moderate and judge and make sure both of us stick to our bargain.” Then Cat had a wonderful idea. “Why don’t you do it, Aunt Cappy?”
“Oh, I suppose I could ,” said Cappy, scrunching her face for a second as she seemed to consider it. “Yes.” A huge smile crossed her face. “I’d love to do it.”
“Ok, then it’s settled,” said Cat with a nod of the head.
“Now wait a moment,” Zeb protested. “I never said I agreed to this.”
“Who better than your aunt?” asked Cat. “Especially since she knows both of us.”
“I don’t have time for this,” said Zeb , and stormed off toward the bedroom to get dressed.
* * *
An hour later Cat was dressed and ready for Laney to pick her up and show her the town. Zeb had left for work earlier, wearing a suit and his Rolex and not liking the idea that his aunt was staying with them. But Cat rather liked having her around, because she seemed to keep Zeb on his toes.
“Oh, no, missy you’re not wearing that!” said Cappy waving a hand in the air as Cat walked out wearing a pair of tight shorts, her spaghetti-strap sun top with no bra, and a pair of jeweled thong-type shoes on her feet.
“What do you mean?”
“You are dressed way too sexy,” said Cappy.
“But this is how I always dress. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“No,” said Cappy, reaching over and trying to pull up her sun top to show less cleavage. “Not if you’re trying to lose the deal you two have made. What is the prize going to be anyway?”
“I . . . well . . . I guess it’s that . . . we’ll stay married.”
“And Zeb agreed to that?” Cappy’s eyes about bugged out of her head.
“We kind of made the deal after we’d had a lot to drink and he was defending his ego taking up the challenge. But if I lose and he wins, he’s going through with the annulment as planned.”
“Well, then I guess I’m going to have to see that both of you get new wardrobes. Because Zeb can’t dress the way he did today when he left here either. And don’t worry, Cat because I’m going to make sure you win.”
The door buzzer sounded and Cat walked over to the speaker and pushed the button. “Who’s there?” she asked.
“Cat, it’s Laney. Are you ready to go or should I come up?”
“I’ll be right there ,” said Cat, grabbing her purse from the counter and
“Aunt Cappy, now isn’t a good time. I’ve got court this morning and I’m already late,” growled Zeb picking up his Rolex from the coffee table and glancing at the time.
“Yo u won’t be needing that,” said Cat, plucking it from his hand.
“Give it back, I don’t have time for games,” he said , snatching it away from her. “And I only hope to hell I have a clean suit in the closet and a pressed shirt and tie.”
“Won’t be needing those either,” Cat said with a smile.
“Why not?” asked Aunt Cappy, making herself at home by plopping her carpetbag down on the couch and then dropping down her body next to it. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the coffee table with a tired sigh.
“Zeb and I have made an agreement not to use our looks or anything flashy or showy to ge t what we want for the next week.”
“ Hah! That’ll be good,” said Cappy. “But how do you know that each of you will stick to the bargain?”
“Aunt Cappy, you can’t s tay here,” said Zeb, but the pushy woman just ignored him.
“Well,” Cat continued. “My lovely husband here doesn’t trust me so he’s writing up a contract for me to sign.”
“That’s absurd,” said Cappy, moving her feet off the table and turning around to look at them. “If anyone needs to sign a contract, it should be you, Zeb.”
“That’s a great idea.” Cat smiled and nodded her head. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Now wait a moment, I’m not signin g anything,” complained Zeb, as Cat sat down next to Cappy, excited to hear more about this idea.
“ Zeb also said we need someone to moderate and judge and make sure both of us stick to our bargain.” Then Cat had a wonderful idea. “Why don’t you do it, Aunt Cappy?”
“Oh, I suppose I could ,” said Cappy, scrunching her face for a second as she seemed to consider it. “Yes.” A huge smile crossed her face. “I’d love to do it.”
“Ok, then it’s settled,” said Cat with a nod of the head.
“Now wait a moment,” Zeb protested. “I never said I agreed to this.”
“Who better than your aunt?” asked Cat. “Especially since she knows both of us.”
“I don’t have time for this,” said Zeb , and stormed off toward the bedroom to get dressed.
* * *
An hour later Cat was dressed and ready for Laney to pick her up and show her the town. Zeb had left for work earlier, wearing a suit and his Rolex and not liking the idea that his aunt was staying with them. But Cat rather liked having her around, because she seemed to keep Zeb on his toes.
“Oh, no, missy you’re not wearing that!” said Cappy waving a hand in the air as Cat walked out wearing a pair of tight shorts, her spaghetti-strap sun top with no bra, and a pair of jeweled thong-type shoes on her feet.
“What do you mean?”
“You are dressed way too sexy,” said Cappy.
“But this is how I always dress. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“No,” said Cappy, reaching over and trying to pull up her sun top to show less cleavage. “Not if you’re trying to lose the deal you two have made. What is the prize going to be anyway?”
“I . . . well . . . I guess it’s that . . . we’ll stay married.”
“And Zeb agreed to that?” Cappy’s eyes about bugged out of her head.
“We kind of made the deal after we’d had a lot to drink and he was defending his ego taking up the challenge. But if I lose and he wins, he’s going through with the annulment as planned.”
“Well, then I guess I’m going to have to see that both of you get new wardrobes. Because Zeb can’t dress the way he did today when he left here either. And don’t worry, Cat because I’m going to make sure you win.”
The door buzzer sounded and Cat walked over to the speaker and pushed the button. “Who’s there?” she asked.
“Cat, it’s Laney. Are you ready to go or should I come up?”
“I’ll be right there ,” said Cat, grabbing her purse from the counter and
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