The Trust Ch. 07

First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven't read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.
If I haven't already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.
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Chapter 07
Mason was rethinking the whole Batman costume. Looking at himself in the mirror, he cringed at the idea that Marcus was somewhere around the hall, he would never live it down if his old friend caught him dressed like he was. His costume had the mask with cape, gloves and boots just like any good Batman outfit. But the rest of it consisted of his utility belt and a leather thong not much bigger than the g-string he had worn to Cybil's birthday. At least the cape covered his ass he told himself morosely, that and the mottled yellowish purple bruise on his side looked like part of the costume.
Brigid and Cybil finally had to drag him out of the bathroom. Cybil had chosen to be outrageous as always, insisting her Robin outfit would match his. So she too had mask, cape, boots and gloves, only in dark greens and reds. Her costume also ended with a utility belt and a thong, leaving her as bare-chested as Mason. Granted her chest wasn't any better developed than the boy wonders, but even with her hair slicked back in a ducktail, the resemblance ended there.

Brigid's last-minute costume had turned out better than she had hoped. It was along the same lines as his and Cybil's. The difference being that she had a leather bustier with a shelf bra, and bat signal pasties, plus her boots had four-inch stiletto heels. She hadn't expected to be there for the ball, but her father had surprised her by insisting they stay and keep Mason out of trouble. Finishing by telling her he was tired of her moping around when she was away from the boy. Luckily she and Erica had managed to put the costume together without needing anything custom-made, even the pasties were found on Amazon. The thong and bustier had come from Leathers