Regular Show Benson Costume Novels & Stories

Bennett sets the young boy — who I'm holding out hope might be his nephew, even if he did call him Daddy — on the couch and watches with his hands on his hips as a little boy goes back to coloring. At no point does anyone stop to explain the small child's presence in Bennett's home. Maybe I hit my head and this is all a dream. Maybe a bullet hit me after all and I'm dead. Most of my dreams starring Bennett end with him getting naked. I narrow my eyes and stare at the two of them super hard for a good four seconds, but Bennett is definitely wearing the standard Pelican Bay Security black polo shirt. Tucked into his jeans, the fabric is pulled tightly against his chest creating a nice little o

I wonder if I should take that as a red-herring. Beside Benson, Isabell Powers lets out a loud gasp making me steal a glance at her. She is dressed in a black pencil shirt and a red blouse. Her blonde hair is falling softly over her shoulders and as she looks at me, I can feel the feeling of disappointment and betrayal against her dead eldest daughter from her young daughter in the air.

Wrapped securely around her shoulders was Benson’s thick, premium jersey blanket. She sat up quickly, the soft fabric slipping to her waist. Her mind raced. Did a nurse put this on me? She glanced across the room. Benson was lying in his bed, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and even. He looked completely dead to the world, his massive tattooed arms resting over the sheets. Before she could fully process the strange, quiet gentleness of the gesture, her purse on the floor vibrated violently. The loud, shrill ring of her phone shattered the silence.

The men and women were dressed in their best tropical evening wear and once again plenty of gold chain and rings were on display. Ben wore a black silk shirt over dark grey slacks and Trish wore an off the shoulder sleeveless red sheath dress which showed a lot of skin. This display made Ben's grey slacks too tight in the groin area much to her delight. Rochelle had been successful in finding a lovely gold dress in the boutique. It too showed a lot of cleavage and leg and she'd grinned when she saw Ben's appreciative look. She'd given him a big hug and thanked him again. Trish just shook her head and watched Ben from behind her friend.