Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

Genre Benders (Known Cosmos #3) Snippet

The donkey costume had become an instrument of torture for my metal-handed pops. When I was fourteen, my brother Dwinlyn had found it the instant our parents had tried to hide the costume in Uncle Nayth's old guitar case under a stack of instruments. What, did they think Dwin wasn't going to notice a new instrument case and go rummaging through it? So, Dwin and I'd had new fodder for our best prank ideas ever.

The first time we did it, we nearly killed Mets. We got blow up dolls and in the middle of the night, snuck into their bathroom and put the donkey-costume-clad blow up doll in a rude posture with a lover in their shower, along with video cameras. Mets got up to pee in the night, thought there were intruders in the bathroom, and went full assassin on the blow-up dolls.

Then he was so keyed up on adrenaline that he spent three hours in the dojo. Once Muse got over his confusion, we replayed the videos over and over, alternating between riotous laughter and hysterical terror because my augmented dad could be a scary bastard when he needed to be. You did not want to be mistaken for a theif when Mets was in the house.

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We'd had to buy new blow up dolls. Good thing, too, because we got many years of the dolls doing rude things with the donkey costume. When they least expected it, our parents got shocked by the donkey and his lover doing unspeakable things.

When I was sixteen, Mets tried to bury the donkey in the desert while Dwin and I were at Nona and Poppops. Sorry, Dad, I know what a metal detector is.

A year later, he flipped out when the dolls showed up on the roof of our home, in broad daylight for all the village to see in a compromising position. "Ro, this has gone too far. I mean it. The depravity has to stop."

Unbeknownst to him, I had mics on him and pumped through the speakers a lovely little clip of him repeating "Depravity- depravity has to stop. Depravity- depravity has to stop" to a really bad gypsy soundtrack.

Mets sank to the ground, covering his head with his hands, "I've failed. No discipline. My family is doomed."

I helpfully pumped a donkey braying over the speakers "Eee-Awww. Eeee- Awww."

He flopped on his back, thumping the ground, "Yield! Yield! Mercy, for fuck's sake!"