Free Meg's Moment by Amy Johnson

Josie asked innocently. Could anyone be that clueless? Maybe all the blonde hair dye was seeping through to her brain and screwing up her neuro- transmitters.
    “Never mind! Let’s just get this over with , ” Megan muttered pushing her way past Josie back into the living room. Duff was standing there leaning in the doorway looking completely bored.
    “So?” he asked. “Want me to kick his ass?”
    “Not yet , ” Megan answered, wondering if this guy could fight his way out of a paper sack.
    “So where do we start?” Josie asked excitedly. “This is so cool. Do you have any gloves?” Megan looked at her sideways . “You know so we don’t leave fingerprints.”
    “It’s my house, Josie. We don’t need gloves.”
    “Well they always use them in the movies. You know they snap those latex gloves on and then crouch around in the shadows.”
    “You know I just ran out of latex gloves this morning. I used them all up on my last home invasion. I’ll be sure to add them to the grocery list , ” Megan snapped.
    “Well that just sucks! Here I was all excited to get my hands in some latex gloves and….”
    “Latex turns you on?” Duff inquired.
    “Totally!” Duff reached in his pocket and fished around.
    “I got some love gloves. You can try them.”
    “Love gloves?” Josie asked, Megan rolled her eyes so far up in her head, she was sure she could see her hair follicles.
    “You know condoms, rubbers.” Duff handed them to Josie who snapped them open and began trying to pull them over her hands. Megan looked up and asked God to please take her NOW! Or at least take Josie.
    “Well I guess these’ll work. It’s kind of hard to move my fingers but what the hell. It makes it more exciting don’t you think Meg?”
    “Sure Josie, whatever you say. You know when this is all done, I’m going to get you some therapy, or maybe a brain scan, you know make sure you still have one.”
    Josie laughed, “Of course I have one silly! The gloves were my idea , remember?”
    Megan contemplated throwing herself down the basement stairs.
    “Let’s start in the dark room. Ted knows I never go down there. If he’s hiding something that would be the best place to put it.”
    “Oh God! I’m scared of the dark , ” Josie cried.
    “I’ll protect you, my little sex goddess , ” Duff consoled.
    Great! That’s all the world needs is those two contributing to the gene pool. Thank God for Special Ed.
    “Josie, we’ll turn the lights on. There are lights down there. It’s just called a dark room because…Oh never mind,” Megan muttered.
    They went down to the basement to the section Ted had turned into his dark room. When he’d first started his business he did a lot of work at home. Once he got the studio up and running he did less work in the basement but he did spend the major portion of his time at home down here and sometimes when Megan called him up for dinner he would tell her he was working. So chances were he still spent some time in there.
    They passed his weights and workout machines. Josie crouched behind every piece hiding from imaginary people, her love gloved hands close to her body.
    “He use all this stuff?” Duff asked.
    “Obsessively,” Megan answered.
    “Remember my offer to kick his ass?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Forget about it!”
    Megan opened the door to the dark room, flipped on the lights and they peered in. There was lots of photo developing equipment covering the counters, vats of water in the sinks, and a shelf full of chemicals in the corner. Strung all the way across the room was a wire with metal clips that held a variety of photos for all to see.
    Megan scanned them, seeing the pups, Ted’s parents at their 50th anniversary party, a naked red head with very large breasts, a sunrise. Wait! A naked red head?
    “Who’s the babe?” Duff asked unclipping a photo of the mystery woman.
    “I don’t know,” Megan answered, feeling her throat grow dry. “Probably a shoot from work.”