Diamond.
“I told you ; it’s not fair to take away a part time job from someone in the community that needs it. I can give you a raise in your allowance if you need it.” Beth’s compromise sounded good to Sex Piston. Free money always sounded better than working your ass off for nothing.
“I don’t want you to keep handing me money when I’m more than able to work and earn it for myself. I have a job for spring break that starts next week , but it’s only a short internship following a social worker for class credit. It doesn’t pay anything, but I get credit towards work in my field of study,” Lily explained.
“How much longer before you’re out of school?” Crazy Bitch asked , taking her hamburger and fries from the waitress.
“Next year. I’m almost done. I actually get to graduate in December because I took so many internet classes over the last two summers,” Lily said happily. “In the fall, I’ll begin putting my applications in for a social worker in different states until I hopefully get a job. I want to work in Treepoint until I get a job out west. I have put my application in several cities in Arizona and Texas.”
Sex Piston looked at her in surprise. “I wouldn’t think that you would want to be that far away from your sister.”
“Don’t ask,” Beth warned, taking a bite of her salad.
“Why?” Sex Piston asked anyway, seeing the amusement on Beth’s face.
“I’m not embarrassed ,” Lily confided to the women at the table. “I want to meet some cowboys. Since they obviously are not going to be coming to Kentucky then I have to go to them.”
Sex Piston and her crew just stared at Lily. If the girl wanted a cowboy , all she had to do was put a picture of herself on the internet and there would be a fucking stampede to Kentucky to meet the beautiful girl.
“I know a cowboy ,” Fat Louise said, a fry dripping ketchup poised in midair.
“No , you don’t,” Killyama argued.
“Yes , I do, and so do you,” she corrected, popping the fry in her mouth.
“I would fucking know if we knew a cowboy ,” Killyama stated, looking at Fat Louise like she had lost her mind.
“Pike is from Arizona. He has a cowboy hat he wears sometimes and he has even done some rodeos. That makes him a cowboy, doesn’t it?” Fat Louise asked, trying to steal a pickle off Crazy Bitch’s plate, but receiving a smack on her hand instead.
“Yes , it does,” Lily answered her. “Who’s Pike?” She didn’t even try to hide the eagerness in her voice.
Beth choked on her salad , and Killyama smacked her on her back several times until Beth managed to shift away. “Thanks, I’m fine now.”
Sex Piston wondered at the wary look on Beth’s face , but before she could question her, the diner door opened and Razer, Shade and Rider entered the restaurant.
Sex Piston watched as the hottie biker leaned down to kiss his wife in greeting.
“Got anything left?” he teased , looking down at her empty plate.
“No, you’ll have to order your own.” The men grabbed some chairs and pulled them up to the table, giving Crazy Bitch and Killyama’s side of the table a wide berth.
Razer sat down next to his wife , placing his arm over the back of her chair. Shade maneuvered his chair between Beth and Lily’s, and Rider sat down next to her.
Killyama looked unhappy with the seating arrangement. She took turns alternating between pursuing Shade and Rider . Both men, Sex Piston secretly believed, were afraid of her misunderstood friend.
“What you been up to , Shade?” Killyama’s usually abrasive tone turned seductive.
He didn’t take off his sunglasses , but his head turned in her direction. It was Saturday, and Sex Piston wondered if he was feeling the after affects of their Friday night fuckfest that The Last Riders participated in weekly if not nightly, from what Beth had confided when she had broke up with Razer before they had gotten married.
“Nothing much ,” he responded,
“I told you ; it’s not fair to take away a part time job from someone in the community that needs it. I can give you a raise in your allowance if you need it.” Beth’s compromise sounded good to Sex Piston. Free money always sounded better than working your ass off for nothing.
“I don’t want you to keep handing me money when I’m more than able to work and earn it for myself. I have a job for spring break that starts next week , but it’s only a short internship following a social worker for class credit. It doesn’t pay anything, but I get credit towards work in my field of study,” Lily explained.
“How much longer before you’re out of school?” Crazy Bitch asked , taking her hamburger and fries from the waitress.
“Next year. I’m almost done. I actually get to graduate in December because I took so many internet classes over the last two summers,” Lily said happily. “In the fall, I’ll begin putting my applications in for a social worker in different states until I hopefully get a job. I want to work in Treepoint until I get a job out west. I have put my application in several cities in Arizona and Texas.”
Sex Piston looked at her in surprise. “I wouldn’t think that you would want to be that far away from your sister.”
“Don’t ask,” Beth warned, taking a bite of her salad.
“Why?” Sex Piston asked anyway, seeing the amusement on Beth’s face.
“I’m not embarrassed ,” Lily confided to the women at the table. “I want to meet some cowboys. Since they obviously are not going to be coming to Kentucky then I have to go to them.”
Sex Piston and her crew just stared at Lily. If the girl wanted a cowboy , all she had to do was put a picture of herself on the internet and there would be a fucking stampede to Kentucky to meet the beautiful girl.
“I know a cowboy ,” Fat Louise said, a fry dripping ketchup poised in midair.
“No , you don’t,” Killyama argued.
“Yes , I do, and so do you,” she corrected, popping the fry in her mouth.
“I would fucking know if we knew a cowboy ,” Killyama stated, looking at Fat Louise like she had lost her mind.
“Pike is from Arizona. He has a cowboy hat he wears sometimes and he has even done some rodeos. That makes him a cowboy, doesn’t it?” Fat Louise asked, trying to steal a pickle off Crazy Bitch’s plate, but receiving a smack on her hand instead.
“Yes , it does,” Lily answered her. “Who’s Pike?” She didn’t even try to hide the eagerness in her voice.
Beth choked on her salad , and Killyama smacked her on her back several times until Beth managed to shift away. “Thanks, I’m fine now.”
Sex Piston wondered at the wary look on Beth’s face , but before she could question her, the diner door opened and Razer, Shade and Rider entered the restaurant.
Sex Piston watched as the hottie biker leaned down to kiss his wife in greeting.
“Got anything left?” he teased , looking down at her empty plate.
“No, you’ll have to order your own.” The men grabbed some chairs and pulled them up to the table, giving Crazy Bitch and Killyama’s side of the table a wide berth.
Razer sat down next to his wife , placing his arm over the back of her chair. Shade maneuvered his chair between Beth and Lily’s, and Rider sat down next to her.
Killyama looked unhappy with the seating arrangement. She took turns alternating between pursuing Shade and Rider . Both men, Sex Piston secretly believed, were afraid of her misunderstood friend.
“What you been up to , Shade?” Killyama’s usually abrasive tone turned seductive.
He didn’t take off his sunglasses , but his head turned in her direction. It was Saturday, and Sex Piston wondered if he was feeling the after affects of their Friday night fuckfest that The Last Riders participated in weekly if not nightly, from what Beth had confided when she had broke up with Razer before they had gotten married.
“Nothing much ,” he responded,
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