didn’t have any experience or reference to navigate by. She knew the words, like drug running, hi-jacking, and outlaw, but didn’t actually understand the reality of living inside his world. Sooner or later though, it was going to click, and when that happened, she would be gone. She was smart, beautiful and came from a rich family back east. She had money coming in every week from a trust fund. There was nothing with him that was worth staying for once this lifestyle caught up with her. It was just a matter of time.
“You thought I would be gone by now and I’m still with you,” she offered. “More than four weeks. I make you happy, right?”
He nodded his head. She did make him happy, and with the way he had treated her a few times, it was more than he deserved. Over the last few weeks, the idea of her impending retreat got to him and he tried to make it happen, to chase her off by shoving the lifestyle in her face. As expected she was shocked, and her eyes opened a little more, but she also stayed, and even held on tighter. “Yes, I am.”
“But you don’t trust me,” she said a little softly.
“If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be on the trip,” he told her.
“You don’t trust me to stick it out with you,” she countered, “You think I’m still looking for fun, and as soon as the good time is over, I’m out of here.”
“Vic.” He sighed, “It is the time and the place I don’t trust. Hell, I’m ten years older than you, Vic, and the only thing we really have in common is we know what life is like having to depend on ourselves, knowing no one else was going to be there when the chips were down.”
She sullenly mulled this over. Victoria had told him about her mother, the corporate lawyer, who possessed the emotional warmth of a great white shark, around the first week she was at his house. From what he pieced together, she was a real cold bitch. She put her career ahead of everything, including Victoria.
“I’ll be there for you,” Victoria said stubbornly. Then she looked up at him, “I know you’ll be there for me, too.”
Shit, he thought to himself, looking into those perfect, large, innocent eyes. He should have left her back at home. Maybe some distance from each other would have cleared their minds a little … cleared his mind anyway. But he was hooked, and it was going to be nothing but pain when she finally took off on him. For now, though, she was here. “Yes, I will,” he told her, unable to say anything else with her looking like that at him.
Her eyes lit up and he saw the flash of a smile, which she tried to hide, crest her lips. “You’re old and all of that,” she said, deadpan, “But you still got it in the sack. Maybe when you need Viagra and shit I’ll take off, but I got a happy pussy right now.”
It was odd, and something he was still perplexed about, but when she talked crude like that, it really bugged the shit out of him, but it wasn’t like he could say anything about it. “Even after fifteen hundred miles? That’s a good pussy. Might have to get some of that after we arrive.”
She blanched slightly and it amused him. “I might be a little sore,” she admitted softly, digging into her pie.
“Yeah?”
“Well, yeah, a little. But I’ll do you if you want it, of course,” she said, steeling herself up. She glanced outside at the bike and then changed the subject, “I’ve heard stuff about the drug cartels, you know, like on the news and shit. Should I be worried? You know, like are they likely to get mean?”
“Could happen,” he said with a slight bit of caution. “This was supposed to be a regular meet. Basic negotiations, nothing new or strange on the menu. Something’s up though, or Mike wouldn’t have asked me to come.”
“Why you? I mean, I know you’re a patch holder, and Mike likes you, but what made him call you instead of someone else, or a lot of
“You thought I would be gone by now and I’m still with you,” she offered. “More than four weeks. I make you happy, right?”
He nodded his head. She did make him happy, and with the way he had treated her a few times, it was more than he deserved. Over the last few weeks, the idea of her impending retreat got to him and he tried to make it happen, to chase her off by shoving the lifestyle in her face. As expected she was shocked, and her eyes opened a little more, but she also stayed, and even held on tighter. “Yes, I am.”
“But you don’t trust me,” she said a little softly.
“If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be on the trip,” he told her.
“You don’t trust me to stick it out with you,” she countered, “You think I’m still looking for fun, and as soon as the good time is over, I’m out of here.”
“Vic.” He sighed, “It is the time and the place I don’t trust. Hell, I’m ten years older than you, Vic, and the only thing we really have in common is we know what life is like having to depend on ourselves, knowing no one else was going to be there when the chips were down.”
She sullenly mulled this over. Victoria had told him about her mother, the corporate lawyer, who possessed the emotional warmth of a great white shark, around the first week she was at his house. From what he pieced together, she was a real cold bitch. She put her career ahead of everything, including Victoria.
“I’ll be there for you,” Victoria said stubbornly. Then she looked up at him, “I know you’ll be there for me, too.”
Shit, he thought to himself, looking into those perfect, large, innocent eyes. He should have left her back at home. Maybe some distance from each other would have cleared their minds a little … cleared his mind anyway. But he was hooked, and it was going to be nothing but pain when she finally took off on him. For now, though, she was here. “Yes, I will,” he told her, unable to say anything else with her looking like that at him.
Her eyes lit up and he saw the flash of a smile, which she tried to hide, crest her lips. “You’re old and all of that,” she said, deadpan, “But you still got it in the sack. Maybe when you need Viagra and shit I’ll take off, but I got a happy pussy right now.”
It was odd, and something he was still perplexed about, but when she talked crude like that, it really bugged the shit out of him, but it wasn’t like he could say anything about it. “Even after fifteen hundred miles? That’s a good pussy. Might have to get some of that after we arrive.”
She blanched slightly and it amused him. “I might be a little sore,” she admitted softly, digging into her pie.
“Yeah?”
“Well, yeah, a little. But I’ll do you if you want it, of course,” she said, steeling herself up. She glanced outside at the bike and then changed the subject, “I’ve heard stuff about the drug cartels, you know, like on the news and shit. Should I be worried? You know, like are they likely to get mean?”
“Could happen,” he said with a slight bit of caution. “This was supposed to be a regular meet. Basic negotiations, nothing new or strange on the menu. Something’s up though, or Mike wouldn’t have asked me to come.”
“Why you? I mean, I know you’re a patch holder, and Mike likes you, but what made him call you instead of someone else, or a lot of
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