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throat. That was going to leave a mark . Rocking up on the fallen man, she looked like she was all set to wail on him. Before I could decide on whether this situation called for a da hell? or a WTF? , Dréa spoke out.
“I’m going to need you to put on a turtleneck or something before you start whipping his ass because, yeah , while I don’t mind watching a good fight, one of your titties spilling out of that cup will ruin it for me.”
“And there you have it, ladies and gentleman. In the midst of a capital offense, Dréa is worried about the possible sight of titty,” Laura joked even as she pointed her rifle in the direction of the dude.
“ Alleged capital offense,” I corrected, automatically going into CYA mode. In the midst of the Posse, being in CYA mode is like Pavlov’s dog and that bell.
“Whatever,” Dréa said as she too pointed her rifle in dude’s direction.
Grabbing her rifle case but not even bothering to remove the rifle, Reid stroked her custom-made case. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. Only Reid would have a designer rifle case. She didn’t even carry a rifle in the thing; she simply stored small handbags inside of it.
“You keep stroking that case like that , you’re going to be obligated to take it out to dinner,” Yazmin stopped stroking her weave long enough to joke.
“At least my rifle case matches my favorite handbag. What does your weave match?”
“My hotness,” Yazmin threw back without blinking.
Shaking my head at the chicks, I watched as Shara gave the man a few more swift kicks with her crime fighter boots.
“Are you going to be beating his ass all day?” Raelynn asked without raising her eyes from the Advanced Reader Copy from her favorite sci/fi author.
“Yeah, because that’s going to interfere with our afternoon activities, ” Jeanie said.
“The only activities Shara’s signed up for involve riding her husband into the sunset,” I joked.
“I’m trying to do something here,” Shara protested.
Being the mediator amongst the chicks, I offered a suggestion. “We see and respect that , but you could hurry up the ass whipping a little bit. Y’all have planned hell to raise , and the chicks would really miss you if you weren’t there with them.”
“Fine,” she said. Giving dude one last kick, she went all rodeo mode and hog-tied him like she was going for the world record.
“ Eight point nine seconds,” Laura called out.
“Dammit,” Shara whined. “I was going for less.”
“Unless you’re in the Thomas and Mack Center in Vegas competing in the finals of tie-down roping [ calf-roping ] , I’m going to need you to shut up. Anything under eight point five is respectable,” Dréa said.
“And I’m also going to need you to put some clothes on,” she threw in.
“I’m hot , so what’s the problem?” Shara egged Dréa on.
“The problem is that I have enough titties and ass of my own , so I don’t need to be seeing yours. And I’m not riding that ATV since your almost naked butt has been sitting on it.”
“Don’t even worry about that , b abygirl. After Shara’s little display yesterday, that ATV is officially her boyfriend,” I said , smiling at the memory of Shara going vixen like she was doing a remake of Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” video using the Can-Am Renegade 800R EFI instead of a Jaguar.
Knowing this could quickly deteriorate into some kind of uncharted chaos, I reluctantly interrupted. I enjoyed their banter , but seriously, there was a bleeding man hog-tied in the middle of the town square , and that sort of thing usually indicated trouble.
“Um, not to interrupt y’alls conversation , but can I direct everyone’s attention to the bleeding, trespassing man on the ground?”
“Yeah, how did you get here, mate?” Jeanie asked the man.
He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I ain’t saying shit , ’ but it was hard to tell being that Shara
“I’m going to need you to put on a turtleneck or something before you start whipping his ass because, yeah , while I don’t mind watching a good fight, one of your titties spilling out of that cup will ruin it for me.”
“And there you have it, ladies and gentleman. In the midst of a capital offense, Dréa is worried about the possible sight of titty,” Laura joked even as she pointed her rifle in the direction of the dude.
“ Alleged capital offense,” I corrected, automatically going into CYA mode. In the midst of the Posse, being in CYA mode is like Pavlov’s dog and that bell.
“Whatever,” Dréa said as she too pointed her rifle in dude’s direction.
Grabbing her rifle case but not even bothering to remove the rifle, Reid stroked her custom-made case. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. Only Reid would have a designer rifle case. She didn’t even carry a rifle in the thing; she simply stored small handbags inside of it.
“You keep stroking that case like that , you’re going to be obligated to take it out to dinner,” Yazmin stopped stroking her weave long enough to joke.
“At least my rifle case matches my favorite handbag. What does your weave match?”
“My hotness,” Yazmin threw back without blinking.
Shaking my head at the chicks, I watched as Shara gave the man a few more swift kicks with her crime fighter boots.
“Are you going to be beating his ass all day?” Raelynn asked without raising her eyes from the Advanced Reader Copy from her favorite sci/fi author.
“Yeah, because that’s going to interfere with our afternoon activities, ” Jeanie said.
“The only activities Shara’s signed up for involve riding her husband into the sunset,” I joked.
“I’m trying to do something here,” Shara protested.
Being the mediator amongst the chicks, I offered a suggestion. “We see and respect that , but you could hurry up the ass whipping a little bit. Y’all have planned hell to raise , and the chicks would really miss you if you weren’t there with them.”
“Fine,” she said. Giving dude one last kick, she went all rodeo mode and hog-tied him like she was going for the world record.
“ Eight point nine seconds,” Laura called out.
“Dammit,” Shara whined. “I was going for less.”
“Unless you’re in the Thomas and Mack Center in Vegas competing in the finals of tie-down roping [ calf-roping ] , I’m going to need you to shut up. Anything under eight point five is respectable,” Dréa said.
“And I’m also going to need you to put some clothes on,” she threw in.
“I’m hot , so what’s the problem?” Shara egged Dréa on.
“The problem is that I have enough titties and ass of my own , so I don’t need to be seeing yours. And I’m not riding that ATV since your almost naked butt has been sitting on it.”
“Don’t even worry about that , b abygirl. After Shara’s little display yesterday, that ATV is officially her boyfriend,” I said , smiling at the memory of Shara going vixen like she was doing a remake of Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” video using the Can-Am Renegade 800R EFI instead of a Jaguar.
Knowing this could quickly deteriorate into some kind of uncharted chaos, I reluctantly interrupted. I enjoyed their banter , but seriously, there was a bleeding man hog-tied in the middle of the town square , and that sort of thing usually indicated trouble.
“Um, not to interrupt y’alls conversation , but can I direct everyone’s attention to the bleeding, trespassing man on the ground?”
“Yeah, how did you get here, mate?” Jeanie asked the man.
He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I ain’t saying shit , ’ but it was hard to tell being that Shara
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