an: sorry about the delay, something happened and I lost 3 of my chapters.

I'll try to find time to come back to this we will see...

Hopefully some readers are still on board- I am going to try to fill holes in my plot and develop characters more...

Any things so far that you feel as a reader, "hey I want to see more of this or know more about _". or expand upon this relationship

"...Yes, I'll be meeting you both there." Emmett listened for a while, cellphone balanced on his shoulder and shot us a stern look in the rear view mirror, a look that said 'be quiet or else'.

"...Listen you all don't hesitate to call again, if you get lost or need directions...Ok See you both then."

With the brief dressing down we got, Emmett informed us his 12' o clock was going to be early- thus there was no time to drop us off at his place. Instead we'd have to wait at his office for the afternoon.

On the trip back to Emmett's office- we made a rushed stop at the auto shop so Emmett could settle his bill.

Alice and I both remained in the running car, taking the opportunity to explore the radio dial and crank up the music. Emmett only let that last for a second, as soon as he was in the car he shut off the audio system completely, growling at us.

"Damn, are you two trying to burst an ear drum? It's like living next to you all over again. "

Alice and I shrugged, then turned our attention to a new method of entertainment, rolling down our windows and whistling at random people on the sidewalk as he drove. It was funny to see Emmett's exasperation sore to new heights, with every passerby.

He demanded we stop it several times, but that made it all the more laughable. What was more amusing was that it appeared he was the one doing the whistling. When Alice took it a step further, booming out cat-calls in a deep base voice- Emmett could take it no longer. He closed our windows and set the child-lock setting.

"You two need to cool it before I lose my sanity and go ape-shit on your little asses," Emmett warned, glaring at us in the rear view mirror. I winked at him.

"I'm serious Isabella, chill or I will call Edward to come and get you."

Both Alice and I hushed after that, but every now and then we would stifle a stray laugh.

I shared my frosty with her and she began to chat about Jasper. Jasper this and Jasper that. It was almost excruciating how kiss-ass she was about him- if the windows were not child-locked I might have jumped from the car. Luckily we arrived before I was tempted to knock her over the head.

Emmett wasted no time.

"Follow me, we are going to use the side entrance," he directed helping Alice out so her little legs wouldn't trip up on the step from the vehicle. Then me.

The side of the little church-office bordered someone's home, a neighbor with an elaborate bent iron fenced yard. Emmett had clearly added a small covered brick patio and around an octagon picnic table was a small garden with a little pond like water feature. Emmett fumbled with his keys, unlocked the door and held it open for us.

We entered a quaint little kitchen area- again clearly added on in a renovation. The room was small but had a sitting area and all the high-end kitchen necessities one could ask for. Alice and I stood there looking around, as Emmett riffled through the refrigerator. He pulled out three saran wrapped platters and smiled at a little sticky note fixed to the top of one of them.

"My mother is the best," he bragged, tossing the note to the ground. He set the trays on the counter and turned to us. "My guests are going to be here shortly, so I am about to set up our luncheon- but I thought I'd give you all a little ground rules first."

I stuck my tongue out at Alice and she returned my gesture with a hip bump.

Emmett waited, patience thinning.

"Listen, you are allowed on the patio- in the cedar chested ottoman there is a remote for the outdoor TV. The TV is mounted behind the quarter shed console attached to the wall. If it rains close and latch it and come inside. Don't turn the volume above 18."

So he was a big shot with an outdoor TV- it was cool I admit but nothing to brag about.

"There are cushioned patio chairs on the back deck that you may pull around if you wish to. Be respectful of the neighbors and do not interrupt my meeting unless it is an emergency. These things sometimes go three to four hours long so, you'll have to be patient. "

I smiled smugly- 3-4 hours of unsupervised freedom bitches. He looked at me curiously trying to read my thoughts.

"Bells has the Wendy's bag with two salads- water bottles are in the fridge. Lastly, the bathroom is around the corner and snacks are in the cupboards. Help yourself."

He looked us over for a moment more. I could tell he was trying to decide if he trusted us. And if he could give us anymore rules or distractions to keep us from trouble. He sighed and grabbed the two prepared platters.

"Bella, set the take out bag on the table and follow me with the last platter, if you would," he ordered. "Alice if you could get the door," he added. The room he lead us two was different than the last, more grand. It looked like a conference hall only with towering sanctuary ceilings. At the rooms center was a massive round table.

Alice and I did as he said, helping him set up for his luncheon. Alice set out plates and utensils, while I fetched ice and stocked Emmett's drink cart. I had to admit the food looked pretty amazing.

When Emmett had shooed us out it did not take long to grow bored with our options. We ate our salad, laid out to tan (though it was almost too shady on the side patio) then we flicked on the TV to channel surf. It was boring…like the kind of blow your mind out boring that makes people get wrinkles. Everything was so Mayberry on this street, it gave me the heebie jeebies.

My mind turned, I had seen some nice liquor when I had been fetching replenishments for Emmett's drink cart. I smiled at my light weight friend.

"How about a few rounds of shot or dare?"

Little Alice looked puzzled, but her coy smile proved she wasn't opposed to it. I jumped up and fetched some fancy looking bourbon from the top kitchen cabinet and after a time I found some dusty Dixie cups.

"I'm in," she piped grabbing the bottle to see what the stakes were. "140 proof- I'm only down for four rounds at the most."

"Deal," I said, amazed she had not opted for three. "Rock paper scissors to determine the challenger?"

"You're on, bitch," she bantered, holding out her tiny fist.

After a head to head rock stand-off, Alice beat me with rock to scissor feat.

"Rock beats scissors ass," she hollered. I pushed her laughing. Already her mind began to churn, I could see her glancing about the side yard cunningly. Her eyes landed on two men who had just parked their Harley's across the street.

"I so dare you to go ask that guy for a ride," she chimed teasingly. Her eyes held that perceptive gleam- she knew I would. She always played hard.

My mouth dropped and my eyebrows perked, but I was not intimidated. Adrenal glands pumping, I jumped to my feet, flipped my hair over my shoulders and walked with an exaggerated sway of my hips. These weren't the kind of guys I was going to have to engage in conversation, just a wink would grab their attention.

But before I could, the man taking of his helmet glanced me over, a wicked smile shown through her ragged pepper and salt beard. This was going to be easy, hell, the guy might even offer me a ride.

"Hey, sexy, can we help you with something," his skeleton thin friend asked; he had that dead look like a meth user, no doubt he probably was. They were not the type I would choose to spend my time with: middle-aged and unkempt, both had full sleeves of shotty inconsistent inkmenship. Yet they were also the type I could easily manipulate.

I walked up, smiling back quickly to Aly-cat. In a swift hop I straddled the bearded man's bike and flashed him a flirtatious smile.

"How fast can this thing go?" I asked petting the bars. He looked at me as if he going to devour me with his eyes; it was the kind of look that sent chills down my spine.

"As fast as you'd like it to, baby", he offered, straddling right behind me. I tried to not breathe in the scent stale cigarettes and salty BO, biting my lip.

"Show me," I goaded, determined to get my ride around the block. "Here to Raymond's on the corner and back in under two minutes?"

He chuckled and moved a little too close for me, placing his arms around me to the bars. "Give me 90 seconds- and I'll have you at this curb again."

All the sudden the shock of what I was doing hit me. I didn't know this guy, what if he didn't bring me back? I scolded myself as we jolted forward and leaned into the first turn. Shouldn't he have me sitting behind him? Could he see clearly over my head? While part of me scolded myself, the other part found it exhilarating. The wind on my face and the hum of the bike as we swerved in and out of traffic. I counted three missed stop signs and one really close yellow light. When we rounded the block and I could see our starting point I was able to relax. I wondered if this was the feeling Rosie got from street racing. It was almost orgamasmic.

My hair was disheveled and windblown, and my cheeks flushed, when I hopped off. The man flashed me a yellow toothed smirk and gave me a wink, but I simply gave him a firm pat to his shoulder and turned to go back to Alice.

"Thanks, dude," I waved as I walked away.

"Don't I get your number, sexy?"

I was about to tell him thanks but buzz off. When a booming voice interrupted us.

"Can I help you sir?"

Emmett stood there questioningly, several yards away. Alice slumped nervously, waiting for all shit to hit the fan. I could not tell if he saw me get off the bike or not.

"Nah, man just talking to the chick," he said, remounting his helmet to his seat and turning to go into a little yellow cottage too tidy and wholesome to be his.

I crept back to the yard and to Emmett.

"You were just sitting on that loser's bike, correct? You didn't dare just take a spin with no helmet and some dude you don't even know, correct?"

"Yeah- yeah we just talked that's all," I assured, I glanced to Alice who must have hidden the bourbon before Emmett came out to the patio. He still gave us the once over as if there was clearly something he was missing, but he seemed pressed for time.

Shaking his head he poured some lemonade into our dusty Dixie cups still sitting suspiciously on the table. "I couldn't recall if I told you there are water bottles in the fridge or not. And we had this extra lemonade I thought I could bring out to you."

"Thanks," we both chimed innocently downing our drinks. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what we had been up to.

"I have to get back, my clients are most likely finished with their phone call. But I wanted to ask a favor, my landscaper will be coming buy for his check. Tell him both my parents' invoice and my own are included and it's on the kitchen table."

"Sure thing, Emmett," Alice piped with a little shrug. I nodded, both of us anxiously waited for him to turn to go inside. He nodded and slowly went up the patio steps, stealing a quick look over his shoulder.

"And how bout you two avoid any strangers this time. Laury and his bonehead friends come to get cash off his grandma like once a month, but believe me when I say they are not good news."

"Okay, okay we will keep to ourselves, volume not above 18 and all that other shit. Just get back to your meeting," I offered, hoping to shoo him away. He raised his eyebrows, as if warning me, then ducked back inside mumbling to himself.

Alice and I both fell into a chorus of the giggle fits. She was so impressed with my timing she was tickled pink. Pulling out the bourbon bottle from under her tunic, we both had a round of celebratory shots. Enjoying the taste more than we expected, we gave each other bogus dares just so we could have another one. Streaking through Emmett's meeting and me re-parking his car around the block, both were both deemed too risky, and thus worth the shot.

Though she and I both enjoyed the thought of each dare, laughing aloud at the 'what-ifs', a humor only she and I could truly appreciate.

"It's your turn, Bells hurry or I may not have a chance to do mine before that guy gets here for his paycheck," she wined. I could tell she was wanting to prove herself, show off a bit perhaps. I smiled, and contemplated having her steal this little yippy dog out the backyard next to the side patio. The little mutt had been barking at us from behind that bent-iron fence for nearly a half hour. But what would I have her do with the thing?

No, I decided against it. I needed something sexier.

When a gray haired granny came to fetch the pooch and carry her off to the big ass Lincoln in the front drive, it occurred to me. There was an in-ground pool and that lady was taking off.

"I double dog dare you to skinny dip in that old hags' pool," I chimed merrily, propping my feet up on the table and leaning back. The exhibitionist inside Alice awoken and she smiled none too shyly.

"Easy," she dismissed accepting the challenge. "Though I will add that we did not agree to double dog terms in this game."

I shrugged and pointed to the pool. It was easy for Alice to hop the fence though she did get her tunic caught in the bars. I helped free her, remarking how totally reliant she could be at times.

Alice did not disappoint, after peaking in next door to ensure no one was home she took it all off, even parading around to the other side of the pool to dive in. I watched her and her laughing at how comfortable she was in her own skin. She swam about for a bit singing some self-made mesh up of Bob Marley and Little Mermaid. After a while I advised her to get out, I wanted this game to go on and us not get caught.

Alice reluctantly got out and begged me to find her a towel or tee-shirt to dry off with. After, riffling around in the kitchen cabinets I found her an oversized dishtowel. I was careful not to make much noise in there and quietly shut the door. Tossing her the towel, I laughed as she tried to rectify her appearance, she was a wet mess.

"Don't worry," I offered. "You look fine. Your hair does not need to be perfect and you don't need makeup."

"Fuck off Bella and let me do my thing," she demanded pulling out her compact from her jean pocket. She pulled on her jeans and bra but then set about doing her hair and what not. Alice had wasted nearly forty five minutes of my life on her straightening up, when this beat up old Dodge truck pulled up. Its puttering muffler announcing its arrival. Like the guys on the Harley's this truck had no business being on this street. Honestly, the truck needed to be put out of its misery, like taken to one of those monster truck shows and offered up as sacrifice. It looked oddly familiar, but I did not have too much time to think on it, because I was busy telling Alice to put her shirt on. She fussed but rushed about doing as I told.

When the slamming of the car door finally had me looking up, my face soured and I jumped to my feet. Alice too recognized him.

"YOU!" I cried in surprise, as he approached the patio.

How dare he show his fuggin face here? Who the hell did he think he was?