Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 6

"No sir, Mr. Davis," I stammered, "I was just wondering if they were busy this morning?"

"Well," he began in a cheerful voice, "Felix is here working right now but Paul's probably still in bed. I'll give him a call and have him outside your door in thirty minutes."

"I don't want to be a bother to you sir."

"Be assured Kary," his tone deepened, "If it was a bother you'd be the first to know. Besides it's about time he got his lazy ass up anyway."

"Thank you Mr. Davis."

"My pleasure, bye for now sweetie."

The next thirty minutes seemed like thirty hours standing on the porch waiting and as soon as I saw the car I ran out to the curb. Paul had barely stopped as I opened the door and jumped in.

"Let's go before my mother has a chance to ask questions." I pleaded gasping for breath.

Paul shrugged and drove off and I looked back to see her standing in the open door way. I let out my breath with a sigh of relief. Paul laughed as I looked at him I noticed that he appeared to look still half asleep.

""What's the rush," he asked,"I feel like I'm aiding and abetting an escaping criminal."

"I feel like I have just escaped too," We both laughed, "I'm sorry for waking you up Paul."

"It's okay," he smiled and glanced at me, "at least I got a chance to have you all to myself. So why were you in such a hurry?"

"I didn't want my mother asking for introductions."

"Why not, are you embarrassed about me or something?"

"Of course not, silly," I replied playfully slapping his broad shoulder, "but what am I suppose to say, mom this is Paul, just one of the bodyguards Mr. Clark hired to protect your sissy boy son."

"How about, this is Paul Davis mom my friend." Stopping at a red light he looked at me with a smile, "I am your friend aren't I Kary."