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glinted and Caroline ticked her nails against the tabletop. “I know you, Trudy Adams. I have seen you in your undies on your knees after you let Dred Payne spank you with his favorite paddle for an hour. You’re all floaty and soft and distracted in a subbie way. What happened last night and why haven’t you told me yet?”
Blushing, Trudy looked around to see if any of the seventy and older crowd who’d joined them for lunch had heard that. No glares. Good. Maybe they all had their hearing aids turned off for a change. “Caroline, keep your voice down. We’re in the Bible Belt for crying out loud.”
Caroline shrugged. “Tar me, feather me, I don’t care. I might even like it. As long as I know what you and the Big Bad were up to while I was alone playing Dragons on my iPad.”
Trudy’s lips twitched. If there was one thing no one could hide from Caroline, it was a juicy piece of gossip. Especially sex gossip. The woman had a nose for excessive pheromones or something. It was a gift.
She had to tell her. She had to tell someone , talk about it, so it might as well be her best friend. “Nothing much, really. We might have negotiated a two-week thing.”
Caroline leaned forward, her shimmering lips lifting into a wicked smile. “A thing? As in one of my things? A kink thing? I knew it! He has that air about him. All caveman and quiet power. You have to tell me everything now, since you’re already on thin ice for keeping your feelings for him a secret from your best friend…was it Big Bad who taught you the ropes?”
“No.” Trudy was blushing again. “No, that’s called growing up on a ranch. I practiced on trees and our livestock, making halters and bridles for horses, never on people. John was …I mean we barely…”
Caroline nodded sagely and swirled the ice in her water glass with a spoon, smiling at the stone-faced waitress who plopped their plates down abruptly. When she was gone, Caroline lowered her voice. “So something did happen between you two. Good enough that you said yes last night. I could sense it. What I’m wondering is, if he’s been here all this time and it was that good…why didn’t you come home for a visit sooner? Because of your mom or because of John?”
Trudy bit her lip and shrugged. “Mom was part of it. I mean, to fight against small town gossip when you believe your cause is just is one thing…but when you know they were all right? It’s harder to face. Especially when they said the same things about me.”
Caroline reached out her hand and covered Trudy’s. “Don’t even think that. It’s not the same thing at all. Growing up and moving on is a lot different than abandoning your kids.” She raised her voice. “And people who waste their time talking trash have tiny minds and need to get a life.”
Trudy smiled but she knew what she knew. Her mother had been the town trollop, and she’d run away and made every possible mistake, destroying her life and leaving her family in the process.
Was Trudy really that much better? Sure, she hadn’t made choices so bad she couldn’t come back from them, but she’d made her share of mistakes, run away—and now she was about to dive in head first into an affair that already had an expiration date. Not exactly the actions of a good, wholesome girl from La Grange.
“Listen to me.” Caroline was using her napkin after taking a bite of her BLT. “I’ve known you for years and it has always amazed me how you have never allowed yourself to let go.” Trudy opened her mouth to argue but Caroline shook her head. “No. You’ve dated. You’ve come to the club and played. But you’ve never really let go. Not when you were a demo bottom for the rope workshops. Not when you dated that yummy bass player whose proposal you turned down. Twice. You never let your guard down. I always thought you were waiting to find the right person. The right chemistry. The guy who’d remind you how much fun being Trouble can
Blushing, Trudy looked around to see if any of the seventy and older crowd who’d joined them for lunch had heard that. No glares. Good. Maybe they all had their hearing aids turned off for a change. “Caroline, keep your voice down. We’re in the Bible Belt for crying out loud.”
Caroline shrugged. “Tar me, feather me, I don’t care. I might even like it. As long as I know what you and the Big Bad were up to while I was alone playing Dragons on my iPad.”
Trudy’s lips twitched. If there was one thing no one could hide from Caroline, it was a juicy piece of gossip. Especially sex gossip. The woman had a nose for excessive pheromones or something. It was a gift.
She had to tell her. She had to tell someone , talk about it, so it might as well be her best friend. “Nothing much, really. We might have negotiated a two-week thing.”
Caroline leaned forward, her shimmering lips lifting into a wicked smile. “A thing? As in one of my things? A kink thing? I knew it! He has that air about him. All caveman and quiet power. You have to tell me everything now, since you’re already on thin ice for keeping your feelings for him a secret from your best friend…was it Big Bad who taught you the ropes?”
“No.” Trudy was blushing again. “No, that’s called growing up on a ranch. I practiced on trees and our livestock, making halters and bridles for horses, never on people. John was …I mean we barely…”
Caroline nodded sagely and swirled the ice in her water glass with a spoon, smiling at the stone-faced waitress who plopped their plates down abruptly. When she was gone, Caroline lowered her voice. “So something did happen between you two. Good enough that you said yes last night. I could sense it. What I’m wondering is, if he’s been here all this time and it was that good…why didn’t you come home for a visit sooner? Because of your mom or because of John?”
Trudy bit her lip and shrugged. “Mom was part of it. I mean, to fight against small town gossip when you believe your cause is just is one thing…but when you know they were all right? It’s harder to face. Especially when they said the same things about me.”
Caroline reached out her hand and covered Trudy’s. “Don’t even think that. It’s not the same thing at all. Growing up and moving on is a lot different than abandoning your kids.” She raised her voice. “And people who waste their time talking trash have tiny minds and need to get a life.”
Trudy smiled but she knew what she knew. Her mother had been the town trollop, and she’d run away and made every possible mistake, destroying her life and leaving her family in the process.
Was Trudy really that much better? Sure, she hadn’t made choices so bad she couldn’t come back from them, but she’d made her share of mistakes, run away—and now she was about to dive in head first into an affair that already had an expiration date. Not exactly the actions of a good, wholesome girl from La Grange.
“Listen to me.” Caroline was using her napkin after taking a bite of her BLT. “I’ve known you for years and it has always amazed me how you have never allowed yourself to let go.” Trudy opened her mouth to argue but Caroline shook her head. “No. You’ve dated. You’ve come to the club and played. But you’ve never really let go. Not when you were a demo bottom for the rope workshops. Not when you dated that yummy bass player whose proposal you turned down. Twice. You never let your guard down. I always thought you were waiting to find the right person. The right chemistry. The guy who’d remind you how much fun being Trouble can
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