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over and stood in front of the TV, they immediately started
shouting at me to get out of the way, but I ignored them and reached behind me
looking for the power button.  When I found it, I flipped it off, causing them
to yell even more, I only smirked at them in reply.
    “Okay
boys, we’re going grocery shopping.” I yelled over them.  They all looked at me
as if I had grown a second head.  “No, this is not debatable, we are all going
to the store. I have no problem cooking for all of you, but I do draw the line
at being the one stuck going to the store by myself.”
    “You’ll
cook?”  Kale asked, getting excited.
    “Yep.”
I said popping the p at the end.
    “Then
what are we waiting for, let’s go shopping!” Exclaimed Liam jumping off the
couch and heading towards the door.  I smile, looking over at the other two who
were quickly following behind; I knew that would work.
    We
went out and climbed on our bikes, I looked over and smiled at Simon, “Fancy a
race?”
    He
chuckled, “Sure, what do I get when I win?”
    “You
can pick dinner tonight.” I stated then pulled my helmet on.  Starting my bike,
it wasn’t the deep throaty rumble of the others, my Ducati purred.
    I
looked over and winked then hit the throttle, making it to the stop sign before
he had the chance to leave the driveway.  “You coming?”  I yelled over at him
and took off.
    I
pulled into the parking lot, took my helmet off, and stood up waiting; they
rolled in about a minute after me.  I smiled over at Simon waiting for him to
turn off his chopper, “So did I win?”  He glared at me, while Liam and Kale
took off their helmets chuckling at us.
    “What
do you want?” He growled.
    “You’re
on dish duty tonight.”
    “I
fucking hate doing the dishes.” He complained.
    “I
know,” I smiled evilly at him, “have fun.”
    I
turned and headed into the store, wanting to get the shopping over quickly as
possible. Since we were on bikes we couldn’t carry much, which is why I made
them come with me, more space.
    When
they caught up to me, I looked over at Kale, “Whatcha want for dinner, Kale?”
    “I
get to pick?”
    “Yeah,
you get to pick.”
    He
smiled widely.  “Breakfast.”
    I
nodded expecting as much.  “And what kind of breakfast do you want this time?”
    “Hmm,
stuffed french toast?”
    “Okay,
bacon?”
    “You
really have to ask?”
    “Let’s
go get stuff for breakfast.  Liam leave the carts alone, no shopping cart races
today.”
    He
looked over at me and gave the best pouty face I had ever seen, only problem, I
was immune.  I shook my head at him, and pointed at Kale who took the buggy,
and we headed off on our shopping excursion. 
    An
hour later, we stood out in the parking lot looking back and forth between the
four bikes and the basket full of bags.  Next time I would just go on my own,
it was easier and with a lot less whining.
    “Okay,
fill the saddle bags then we’ll go from there.”  We played Tetris with the
groceries until we finally got them all loaded and headed back to the house.
    When
we got back to the rental, I let the guys bring the bags in while I went to
work unpacking everything and storing it the way I wanted it.  I knew from
experience if I let them unpack, I would never find anything ever again.  I
could not believe the amount of crap they had snuck into the cart, I sighed
when I found the third package of Oreos.  I guess they each needed their own.
    Once
I finally got things in the kitchen how I wanted them, I went in search of the
three stooges.  I didn’t have to look long, all three were once again parked in
front of the TV.
    “Okay,
everything is put away, if you move something put it back where you found it or
I will remove your balls with a rusty spoon, everyone understand?”  When they
didn’t respond, I walked in front of the TV again, “Everyone understand?”
    “Yes,”
they yelled in chorus.
    Liam
looked over at me, “Really a rusty