In the Unlikely Event... by Saxon Bennett Read Free Book Online

lesbian rules that the Pink Mafia handed out.
    Instead of pulling out the charter, Lacey produced a pair of handcuffs. She clicked them open. “Chase Banter, you are under arrest for desertion.”
    Before Chase knew what happened her left wrist was handcuffed. Gathering her wits, she held her right arm as far away from Lacey as possible.
    “Oh, that doesn’t matter. I don’t need your other hand,” Lacey said as she clamped the other cuff on her own wrist.
    Chase was dumbstruck. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
    Lacey smiled at her. “We’re going to be spending some serious time together until you come to your senses.”
    “You’re crazy.”
    “No, I am protecting my assets.”
    “This is illegal.”
    “Not in the Republik of Lesbekistan.”

Chapter Four—The Toy Store
     
     
    “She’s what?” Gitana said, taking Bud’s hand as they sat on the couch in the den as Donna paced.
    “She’s under house arrest,” Donna said.
    “How can they arrest her?” Bud let go of her hand and fished around in her backpack.
    “What has she been doing?” Gitana asked.
    Bud took out her Panasonic HDC TM900 camcorder, switched it on and zoomed in on Gitana, who was biting her lip.
    “Honey, do you really have to do that now?” Gitana said, looking disconcertedly at the camera.
    “I need footage of interesting things. Chase getting arrested constitutes interesting.” She pointed the camera at Donna, who paid no mind as she paced. Bud climbed up on the back of the couch so she wasn’t recording Donna’s knees going back and forth. From this angle, Bud could see Donna’s upper body pacing back and forth. She looked like one of those ducks at the carnival shooting range.
    “Actually, they can arrest her. The Institute is now the sovereign nation of Lesbekistan.”
    Gitana’s eyes widened. Bud caught it on film. “Is she in a cell?” Gitana said.
    Bud climbed down on the couch and nestled in next to her mother. The TM900 shook slightly. “Can we bring her food?” Bud said.
    “This isn’t like that going-to-the-Gulag thing, is it?” Gitana said. She picked up the Communist Manifesto off the coffee table. “Is this for school?”
    Bud turned the camera on herself. “Not exactly, but I am interested in Communism because I think it has relevance when it comes to state control. This house arrest thing with Chase is a perfect example.”
    Donna stopped pacing. “She’s not in a cell. I don’t think Lacey has gotten around to building a prison yet. At the moment, according to my sources, she’s handcuffed to Lacey.”
    Bud panned the TM900 over to Donna. “That’s worse than being in a cell.”
    Donna looked down at the camcorder. “Is that a 3MOS 3D compatible?”
    “Yes, with a Leica Dicomar lens with intelligent zoom with a hybrid O.I.S.”
    “Can we get back to the task at hand?” Gitana said.
    “You know, it occurred to me that from your height you are filming a lot of people’s nose hairs,” Donna said.
    “I know.”
    “Is that a good idea?” Gitana said, touching her nose.
    “Yours don’t need trimming,” Bud said.
    “I hope Lacey is smart enough to keep Chase away from sharp objects. I don’t want to be a prison wife,” Gitana said.
    “And Chase doesn’t draw well, so we won’t get those artistic hand-drawn pictures on the envelopes,” Bud said, turning the TM900 back on herself.
    “What are you talking about?” Gitana said.
    “Prisoners write letters to their girlfriends and they draw pictures on the envelopes of things they like,” Bud said.
    Donna regarded her quizzically or rather the camera that had become Bud’s face. “How do you know about those?”
    “Jimmy Ferrari’s brother is in prison for burglary. Jimmy brings the envelopes from the letters he writes to show us.”
    Gitana glanced at Donna. “What kind of drawings?” Gitana said.
    “Usually, he brings the anatomical ones,” Bud said.
    “What kind of anatomy?” Donna inquired. She watched