Knightmare and Dreamgirl #3
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 12:42 am
PART 1
“This should go well”, said Knightmare sarcastically as she drove up to the house Dreamgirl grew up in. “Maybe my mom will be reasonable?” said Dreamgirl. “Yeah, right”, said Knightmare, “I think you’ve been knocked out one too many times, Hannah.”
“Well, here goes nothing”, said Knightmare as the two crime fighters and Harry Haynes, Hannah’s little brother, got out of the Corvette. The heroines, who just finished wrapping up The Godmother case, were still in costume…Knightmare in her black leotard, with a short blue cape, blue gloves, and blue high-heel boots along with a black mask and utility belt…Dreamgirl in her powder blue top, with matching gloves and booties, silver briefs, cape and mask, and a yellow utility belt.
The women wanted to keep their new lives secret, but Hannah’s brother found out when he saved them from The Godmother who was holding them captive. Harry went home and told his mother about Knightmare and Dreamgirl, and now she wants an explanation.
“Hi, mom”, said Hannah as Heather Haynes stood at the glass door with a cold look on her face. “Come in”, said Heather holding open the door as Knightmare and Dreamgirl walked in. “My gosh…those costumes”, said Heather with disgust, “Your behinds are hanging halfway out of your bottoms!” “We’ll wear what we want to wear, thank you”, said Knightmare in a very assertive tone. “Not if you have any self-respect”, shot back Heather. “Oh please!” said Knightmare who turned her back to Heather, stuck her index fingers in the leg holes of her leotard, then pulled the spandex material up into her bottom crack so it resembled a thong. “How does this look, Mrs. Haynes?”
“Oh no…please don’t do that, Renee!” said Dreamgirl. “Keep doing it!” said Harry. “Shut up, Harry!” said Dreamgirl, “Please fix your leotard, Renee.” “It’s okay, Hannah”, said Heather, “It only proves my point what a low class ho Renee really is. And she could stand to lose a few pounds…look at the size of that butt.” “Very funny, Heather”, said Knightmare, “I don’t see a man around here…your anorexic look isn’t exactly working, sweetheart.”
“Alright! Alright!” ,screamed Dreamgirl. “This is ridiculous! Mom, stop saying those mean, UNTRUE things about Renee, and, Renee, relax. Let’s just sit down and talk.”
After a few more tense moments, calm was restored and the three women and Harry sat down around the dining room table. “Let me get you some drinks”, said Heather, “Never say that I’m not a good host.” “I’ll have a Diet Coke”, said Dreamgirl. “Same for me”, said Knightmare. “Good choice, Renee!” “Mom!” yelled Dreamgirl.
After serving the drinks, Heather sat down, crossed her legs, and folded her arms. “Okay, I’ll make this very clear”, she said. “Renee, I don’t care what you do with your life, but you’re not going to put my daughter in danger. It’s bad enough that you’re a couple, and it was YOU who led her down THAT path…” “No!” yelled Knightmare. “She made her own choice and she’s very happy and comfortable with who she is!” “I don’t believe that”, said Heather, “She was 18 when you met and she didn’t know any better…you’re 8 years older than her!” “Mom, that’s ridiculous and you know it”, said Dreamgirl. “Do we have to go through this AGAIN?!”
“We’re NOT going through this again!” yelled Knightmare. “If you want to question Hannah’s crime fighting, fine, but our relationship is off-limits! And like our relationship, becoming Dreamgirl was her choice and hers alone. I didn’t even know about it until she came to rescue me.”
“Rescue you?” said Heather, “I see what this is about now…it’s a kinky little game where you love running around in that ridiculously skimpy costume and getting tied up by ‘bad guys’!” “You’re impossible, Mrs. Haynes!” said Knightmare. “We’re trying to help people and make this a better place to live…Batman, Robin and Batgirl can’t…ca…can’t…d…do…e…everythhh…”
“Renee, what’s wrong?!” asked an alarmed Dreamgirl as her partner’s eyes closed and she slumped forward. Dreamgirl tried to grab Knightmare but she was too late as the unconscious heroine fell off her chair to the floor. Dreamgirl quickly knelt down by her side. “Renee! Renee!” she yelled caressing her cheeks. “What did you do to her, mom?!” “I just put a little something in her drink…nothing dangerous, but she’ll be sleeping for a while”, answered Heather Haynes. “I really wanted to talk to you alone, but I knew she’d come anyway, so I prepared a little something. And, it was good to be able tell her what I think of her face to face. Harry, get Renee out of here and let me continue with your sister.”
“I can’t believe this!” thought Dreamgirl, “Renee captured…by MY MOTHER?! She’s crazy. Well, at least I know Harry won’t hurt Renee…he has a mad crush on her…of course, who knows what else that little horndog may do to her?”
About 30 minutes later…
“Where am I?” thought a still groggy Knightmare, “One second I’m fighting with Hannah’s mom, and now I’m here…in Harry’s room. What…I’m handcuffed to his bed! This can’t be good…”
Knightmare captured by her girlfriend’s mother? Who hasn’t captured our heroine?
Could Harry’s dream-come-true be Knightmare’s nightmare?
Will Dreamgirl and her mother ever resolve their differences? Does anybody even care about that right now?
TO BE CONTINUED
“This should go well”, said Knightmare sarcastically as she drove up to the house Dreamgirl grew up in. “Maybe my mom will be reasonable?” said Dreamgirl. “Yeah, right”, said Knightmare, “I think you’ve been knocked out one too many times, Hannah.”
“Well, here goes nothing”, said Knightmare as the two crime fighters and Harry Haynes, Hannah’s little brother, got out of the Corvette. The heroines, who just finished wrapping up The Godmother case, were still in costume…Knightmare in her black leotard, with a short blue cape, blue gloves, and blue high-heel boots along with a black mask and utility belt…Dreamgirl in her powder blue top, with matching gloves and booties, silver briefs, cape and mask, and a yellow utility belt.
The women wanted to keep their new lives secret, but Hannah’s brother found out when he saved them from The Godmother who was holding them captive. Harry went home and told his mother about Knightmare and Dreamgirl, and now she wants an explanation.
“Hi, mom”, said Hannah as Heather Haynes stood at the glass door with a cold look on her face. “Come in”, said Heather holding open the door as Knightmare and Dreamgirl walked in. “My gosh…those costumes”, said Heather with disgust, “Your behinds are hanging halfway out of your bottoms!” “We’ll wear what we want to wear, thank you”, said Knightmare in a very assertive tone. “Not if you have any self-respect”, shot back Heather. “Oh please!” said Knightmare who turned her back to Heather, stuck her index fingers in the leg holes of her leotard, then pulled the spandex material up into her bottom crack so it resembled a thong. “How does this look, Mrs. Haynes?”
“Oh no…please don’t do that, Renee!” said Dreamgirl. “Keep doing it!” said Harry. “Shut up, Harry!” said Dreamgirl, “Please fix your leotard, Renee.” “It’s okay, Hannah”, said Heather, “It only proves my point what a low class ho Renee really is. And she could stand to lose a few pounds…look at the size of that butt.” “Very funny, Heather”, said Knightmare, “I don’t see a man around here…your anorexic look isn’t exactly working, sweetheart.”
“Alright! Alright!” ,screamed Dreamgirl. “This is ridiculous! Mom, stop saying those mean, UNTRUE things about Renee, and, Renee, relax. Let’s just sit down and talk.”
After a few more tense moments, calm was restored and the three women and Harry sat down around the dining room table. “Let me get you some drinks”, said Heather, “Never say that I’m not a good host.” “I’ll have a Diet Coke”, said Dreamgirl. “Same for me”, said Knightmare. “Good choice, Renee!” “Mom!” yelled Dreamgirl.
After serving the drinks, Heather sat down, crossed her legs, and folded her arms. “Okay, I’ll make this very clear”, she said. “Renee, I don’t care what you do with your life, but you’re not going to put my daughter in danger. It’s bad enough that you’re a couple, and it was YOU who led her down THAT path…” “No!” yelled Knightmare. “She made her own choice and she’s very happy and comfortable with who she is!” “I don’t believe that”, said Heather, “She was 18 when you met and she didn’t know any better…you’re 8 years older than her!” “Mom, that’s ridiculous and you know it”, said Dreamgirl. “Do we have to go through this AGAIN?!”
“We’re NOT going through this again!” yelled Knightmare. “If you want to question Hannah’s crime fighting, fine, but our relationship is off-limits! And like our relationship, becoming Dreamgirl was her choice and hers alone. I didn’t even know about it until she came to rescue me.”
“Rescue you?” said Heather, “I see what this is about now…it’s a kinky little game where you love running around in that ridiculously skimpy costume and getting tied up by ‘bad guys’!” “You’re impossible, Mrs. Haynes!” said Knightmare. “We’re trying to help people and make this a better place to live…Batman, Robin and Batgirl can’t…ca…can’t…d…do…e…everythhh…”
“Renee, what’s wrong?!” asked an alarmed Dreamgirl as her partner’s eyes closed and she slumped forward. Dreamgirl tried to grab Knightmare but she was too late as the unconscious heroine fell off her chair to the floor. Dreamgirl quickly knelt down by her side. “Renee! Renee!” she yelled caressing her cheeks. “What did you do to her, mom?!” “I just put a little something in her drink…nothing dangerous, but she’ll be sleeping for a while”, answered Heather Haynes. “I really wanted to talk to you alone, but I knew she’d come anyway, so I prepared a little something. And, it was good to be able tell her what I think of her face to face. Harry, get Renee out of here and let me continue with your sister.”
“I can’t believe this!” thought Dreamgirl, “Renee captured…by MY MOTHER?! She’s crazy. Well, at least I know Harry won’t hurt Renee…he has a mad crush on her…of course, who knows what else that little horndog may do to her?”
About 30 minutes later…
“Where am I?” thought a still groggy Knightmare, “One second I’m fighting with Hannah’s mom, and now I’m here…in Harry’s room. What…I’m handcuffed to his bed! This can’t be good…”
Knightmare captured by her girlfriend’s mother? Who hasn’t captured our heroine?
Could Harry’s dream-come-true be Knightmare’s nightmare?
Will Dreamgirl and her mother ever resolve their differences? Does anybody even care about that right now?
TO BE CONTINUED