Object of My Affection by Tracey H. Kitts Read Free Book Online

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    “It’s a conspiracy,” she announced finally.
    “What’s that?”
    “I think all the women in the world who have small breasts get together and design clothes the rest of us can’t fit into.”
    “Most likely. I guess that’s their revenge.” I laughed.
    “It has to be! How else would you explain this?”
    After narrowing down my search to a few pieces, I decided to try them on. From the changing booth beside me I kept hearing Kat make comments like, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” and “No fucking way!”
    Every time I squeezed into another unflattering suit, I just laughed and agreed with her. I finally decided on a sort of faded green and blue one piece. The top began as an earthy green and faded gradually into a blue. It went well with my hair.
    Before we left, I also bought a large white mesh tunic to wear over the suit. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of my figure. On the contrary, I had worked hard for my shape and was quite proud of it. I just didn’t want to feel so ... naked around Elijah all day. Not that a see-through tunic would do much good at hiding anything, but it made me feel better.
    When I had showed Kat the suit she said, “Ooo, nice. I think he’ll like that.”
    “And what makes you think I care what he likes?”
    “Because if you didn’t you’d just go in a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top.”
    “Bitch.”
    “Slut.”
    About this time a little gray haired old lady had been passing by where we stood and gave us the strangest look.
    Kat and I both burst out laughing which, judging by the woman’s facial expression, only proved we were insane.
    —
    My father called early Friday morning. I heard my communicator beeping on the table beside the bed and pressed the call button. Immediately my father’s very disgruntled image appeared before me.
    “Good morning, Daddy.”
    He grunted.
    “Is it that bad?”
    “I’m not really sure. I suppose you’ve been wondering what I found out this week?”
    I nodded and pretended I hadn’t heard anything about the hearing before then. It wouldn’t do to let him know I’d already heard how things went from Marco. But then again, it wouldn’t do for the council to realize that my father had had a bug in the building.
    “From what I was able to hear, things look very good for the lycans.”
    “Really? How much did you hear?”
    He shrugged, “Everything, of course. Jacob Mercury doesn’t do half assed spying.”
    “Get over yourself and tell me what you heard,” I teased.
    “Well the thing is ... he had a good point.”
    “What?” I hadn’t expected to hear that.
    My father ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily.
    “What he said made a lot of sense.” He paused before continuing, “At one point he said that what happened to him could have happened to any of the Hunters. Men and women who had served their purpose well only to have their government turn its collective back on them when something went wrong.”
    My dad looked positively horror struck. “He’s right. I was there when Marco Barak was attacked ... and it could have been me ... it could have been anybody.”
    I was quiet for a few minutes while he seemed to be lost in a terrible memory.
    “You never told me that. What happened?”
    “Alfred and I were called in to help take down a real sicko.
    This guy had contracted the virus a few years earlier and seemed to get a sick thrill out of spreading it to the most beautiful women he could find.”
    “I take it he didn’t attack them?”
    “No, he would bite or scratch them during sex. Sometimes the mark would be so slight that the poor women would have no idea what had happened until they grew fur. If you ask me that’s a hell of a wake up call.”
    I watched as my father’s hologram walked over to the cabinet and took out what looked like a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself two shots before continuing with his story.
    “I had to kill some of them,” he said in a quiet, haunted