Free Wheels of Steel, Book 2 by Pepper Pace

“I could not stop laughing at how bizarre it was! It was like…some educational video.”
     
     
    Jason chewed his burger and considered her. “An educational video about bedbugs…starring Isabella Rossellini?”
     
     
    “Yes! The title was Green Porno.”
     
     
    “You’re freaking making this up-”
     
     
    “No, I’m not. I mean…I guess it actually was educational. I did learn stuff.”
     
     
    “Taught by Isabella Rossellini?”
     
     
    “Yeah, but it is pretty much stuff that you wouldn’t want to know about bedbugs and their mating habits. Like…they have sharp knife-like penises, and they stab the females with them and basically rape them. And if they’re male…well they die a horrible death. The more you know-”
     
     
    “Wait! Are you saying the males die a horrible death upon raping the females?” Jason asked curiously.
     
     
    “No. The males can stab another male and kill him.”
     
     
    “With his dick?” Amberly nodded. “You do realize that I intend to look this all up on the internet, right?”
     
     
    “Death by penis?” Link interjected.
     
     
    Jason gave him a wide-eyed look. “You want to be a bedbug now, don’t you Link?!”
     
     
    Link shook his head. “A knife-like penis? Hell no. That’s fucked up even for me.”
     
     
    “Not as fucked up as a praying mantis.” Patty added.
     
     
    “Yeah,” some random guy spoke. “They basically rip off the other’s head and eats it.”
     
     
    “Right.” Patty smiled. “And the body can still have sex.”
     
     
    Robin watched their interaction quietly. The topic was disgusting and she wondered how they knew all of this stuff about bug’s sex life.
     
     
    Jason had a thoughtful look on his face. “A praying mantis that wants to fuck another headless praying mantis needs psycho therapy.”
     
     
    Link responded matter-of-factly. “Well sadly I don’t think there are very many praying mantises that are psychologists.”
     
     
    The mating rituals of bugs lead to discussions about sex in general which really got crude. Robin was very pleased that Jason did not add one piece of information to the subject.
     
     
    After Jason’s last class he followed Robin to her car. Amberly and the other’s were still in class so the two had about half an hour to kill.
     
     
    “I put your crutches in my trunk if you want to take a walk to the commons.” She offered.
     
     
    He made a face. “Nah, but if you want to sit in my lap I’ll take you for a ride.”
     
     
    She laughed. “No, I’m not going to sit on your lap in public.”
     
     
    “No one will care. Come on Robin.” He pleaded. She relented because she loved going for a ride in his chair. She settled onto his lap and he wheeled them down the walkway. She got comfortable in his arms, her hands resting in her lap.
     
     
    “Can you get a key made while you’re out shopping?” He asked.
     
     
    “Yeah, I can. You really don’t mind me having a key to your place?”
     
     
    “You’re my aid…and more importantly my girlfriend. I want you to have a key.” He reached into his pocket and handed her his set of keys. She removed the house key from the ring.
     
     
    “How are you going to get into your apartment without this?”
     
     
    “Amberly has a key, you know, in case I have an emergency and she has to get in.”
     
     
    Robin didn’t have a response to that.
     
     
    “How are you feeling today?” He asked. She wasn’t sure if he meant her stomach, about last night, or just her general anxiousness. When she thought about it in those terms she felt very screwed up.
     
     
    “I’m good.”
     
     
    “I didn’t hurt you last night did I?” She looked at him.
     
     
    “No. I just…”
     
     
    “What?” He asked quickly.
     
     
    “Nothing, I just wonder how long before…well you know…”
     
     
    He frowned, a look of confusion on his face. “Before what?”
     
     
    She leaned towards his ear and whispered.