Busted
Zorah and Sidonia gasped at the realization of how close Vodingo was standing to their lounger. How long had he been there?
“Vod, what are you doing down here?” Sidonia turned on him quickly shoving her phone between her and Zorah.
“Icaro asked me to let you know your lunch will be ready soon. He wanted to know if you wanted the staff to set you up out here so you can eat alone or if you wanted to join him and I in the dining area. If you want just the two of you, there is a little bistro table and chairs he’ll have brought over.” Vodingo was standing over them, “why do you look like you’ve been doing something you’re not supposed to be doing?”
“We’re having girl talk, Vodingo, and you’re interrupting.”
“What kind of girl talk?” he moved to sit in the lounger Sidonia was on earlier.
“The kind where boys aren’t allowed.”
“Were you telling Zorah how amazing of a lover I am?”
“No. I was telling her how I caught you this morning with nose hair trimmers in the bathroom and how it made your eyes water like a baby’s.”
Zorah giggled at the comment.
“It bloody well hurt,” Vodingo rubbed his nose with the memory. “Besides, you don’t want a husband who has long hairs growing out his nose when he kisses you. You said you like your man clean shaven.”
“I do. I noticed Icaro has a scruffy beard going on this morning. Zorah’s skin must be chafed.”
“It is not,” Zorah looked everywhere but at Vodingo, annoyed with Sidonia for bringing it up.
“What else were you talking about?”
Vodingo was fishing and Zorah could feel it in her bones.
A thought suddenly occurred to her and her face turned purple. “Um, my cell phone. I left it home because I didn’t need it since Sidonia and Icaro are both here and if Avaline needs me, she’ll reach out to Icaro.”
Vodingo was grinning at her now as Sidonia frowned at his playful behavior.
He knew. Zorah knew now he knew. They hadn’t only cloned her phone. They’d cloned Sidonia’s in case someone tried to reach out to her too.
“Do you need your phone, Zorah?” Vodingo tilted his head. “Did you need to make a call or text someone or google something?”
“No. Though I’m wondering,” she cleared her throat as Sidonia seemed perplexed at the way the conversation was veering, “when the lady was texting me.”
“She was no lady,” Vodingo interrupted.
“The woman then, when she was texting me, you cloned my phone, right?” She heard Sidonia’s hissed intake of breath and knew her friend was catching up. “Did you only clone my phone?”
“Nope. We were worried someone would try to get to you through Sidonia. Your phones were both set up with software which lets me see what is happening in it.”
“That is a violation of my privacy,” Sidonia screeched at him. “How could you?”
“My job is to protect the Donna and as her very best friend, you are likely to be in the crosshairs. Additionally as my wife, your life is always going to be at risk because I’m a Lucchesi assassin and people are always out looking for retribution. If they think they can get to me through you, they will.”
“But we are out here! On the sea. Why are you in my phone now? It’s why you’re here, bugging us, right?”
Vodingo’s eyes danced with delight as his wife sputtered at him furiously, “my phone got a notification you clicked on a link which sent tracking data. A lot of the sites you were clicking haphazardly have viruses and security breaches are common. One of the sites downloaded malware to your phone,” he waved at the device peeking out from between the girls’ legs. “Next time don’t click links which send me a security warning if you don’t want me to find out you’re looking at pornography. I do have to ask,” he was chuckling at their misery now, “why did you type into the search bar, sex without costumes?”
“Because there was a maid costume and a nurse costume and a mail delivery person costume and it’s stupid! We wanted to see what normal sex was.” Sidonia screamed at him.
Zorah slid further down the lounger, her face a shade of red which would make a tomato jealous.
“We have normal sex, Sid. Not sure why you’re looking at men with schlongs the size of my arm.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she groaned. “Zorah, tell him!”
She vehemently shook her head out and whispered to Sidonia, “this is worse than peeing the bed. I can’t believe I didn’t think of the phones being monitored.”
“Peeing the bed?” Vodingo asked with a frown.
“Hey!” Sidonia pointed at him accusingly, “Icaro can make Zorah squirt. How come you don’t do that for me?”
“Whoa!” he held his hands up defensively. “There are things I don’t want to know about my best friend and cousin, and this is one of them. What they do in their bedroom is their business!”
“Well girls talk, Vod and Zorah isn’t even having penile penetration and she’s having better orgasms than I am.” Sidonia crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her husband. “I went online to see if maybe you were holding out on me. I’m thinking you are. I think maybe you’re not trying hard enough and because I have no experience you can give minimal effort, and I think it’s all great.”
“That is not true.”
“All I’m saying, Vod, is, Zorah asked me if you’d made me wet the bed yet and told me how Icaro’s done it to her multiple times. My husband is a sexual slacker. The internet proved it. Even if I don’t wear the silly costumes, I could see the extra effort those guys –"
Vodingo rose and glared down at his wife, “are you eating down here or with me and Icaro up in the dining room.”
“Down here,” Sidonia lifted her chin proudly.
“Stay off the internet!”
As her husband stalked off, his pride and ego bruised at her words she turned to Zorah with a giggle, “holy crow, Zorah. I think after all the confrontation of the last couple of weeks, I finally won one. I actually turned it around on him!”
Zorah met her eyes as the two women erupted into a fit of laughter realizing this was probably the best way to spend an afternoon as she’d had in a long time.
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