Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Sarah blushed and Abby could not picture what it was that Sarah Sullivan did that made her face so red but she couldn’t help but grin.
“We roleplay,” Sarah whispered fiercely, as though Abby had forced the confession out of her even though Abby had done no such thing. “Or we used to,” Sarah corrected. “But now the babymaking thing has tainted everything! The sex is more mechanical now. Tab A, slot B. I know he’s not having as much fun as he used to.”
“Ah,” Abby said sagely. “I see the problem. Maybe...” She thought for a moment. “Maybe you could try to spice up your sex life in other ways.”
Sarah looked like a deer in headlights. “I can’t do what you do.”
Abby laughed. “No, you don’t have to. You could do some other things though.”
Sarah chewed her lip, nervously. “Well....like what?” she asked cautiously.
Abby grinned. “I have some ideas.”
****
Shooter stood at the bottom of the staircase, listening to Abby and Sarah giggle through the closed bedroom door. He turned to Tex. “What are they doing in there?” he demanded.
Tex, relaxing on the couch, shrugged.
“Hey!” Shooter bellowed up the stairs. “Eating is cheating! Especially if I don’t get to watch! What are you doing up there?” Shooter turned to Tex and scowled at him. “What are they doing?”
Tex laughed. “No idea.”
Shooter looked over at Tex, pouting. “Well, how to you get Vegas to obey and tell us what’s going on?”
“I don’t. She only obeys me during playtime.”
Shooter seethed. “Well, what good is that?!” He threw up his hands. “I can’t believe two hot-ass women are getting it on in my bedroom and I don’t even have a keyhole I can look through. This house needs keyholes!”
Tex laughed again and shook his head. “I have no idea what they’re doing, but like I said, they’re not getting it on.”
Some minutes later, the women emerged from the room, still giggling hysterically. At the poker table, they kept exchanging knowing looks with each other which caused them to burst out into hysterics.
“What is going on?” Shooter demanded.
“Nothing!” his wife insisted.
“What where you doing up there?”
“Just girl talk!” Abby replied.
Shooter pointed his finger at both of them. “I sense shenanigans. Slick? What’s up?”
Sarah merely shook her head. Shooter looked to Tex for help, but Tex merely shrugged. “We could torture it out of them,” Tex suggested. “But it probably wouldn’t work.”
Shooter grumbled and returned to his hand.
The next day at the garage, Tex headed to the office to print out an estimate for a customer who was dropping off his chopper for some custom work. When he opened the door, the sounds of loud moaning filled the room.
Shooter’s mouth dropped open at the intrusion.
“What are you doing?” Tex asked loudly.
Hawk came up behind him in the doorway and glanced in. “Is that porn?” he asked, looking at the computer monitor which was turned away from them. “Are you looking at porn?” Hawk nearly yelled.
Easy came over, having heard the commotion from the garage area.
“I was not looking at porn!” Shooter insisted, even though the sounds of a woman clearly enjoying herself could be heard.
Hawk swept past Tex and reached for the computer screen. “I expressly remember the no porn speech,” he said.
But instead of the monitor, Shooter was fumbling frantically with his phone, which he was trying to shut off. He finally did and slammed it down on the desk.
“Pervert,” Easy teased.
“You!” Shooter said, looking angry now instead of contrite at being caught out. He jabbed a finger at Tex. “This is all your fault!”
“I didn’t send you porn,” Tex replied casually.
“No!” Shooter nearly shouted. “But my sweet, innocent, loving wife just sent me a 10 minute video of her shaving herself and using a vibrator! Where the fuck did she get a vibrator?!”
Hawk grinned. “I think the real question is if the video is only 10 minutes long, how come you’ve been in here for almost half an hour?”
Easy guffawed. “Because he watched it twice!”
Shooter surged up out of his chair, gathered up his phone, and shoved it into his pocket. He stormed out of the office, across the garage, and toward the parking lot.
“Don’t spank in anger, Lieutenant!” Tex called after him. “And before you do anything rash like smash the thing, try doing her while putting it on her clit!”
Hawk and Easy laughed hysterically as Shooter, not bothering to look back, flipped them the bird as he stalked to his truck.
Almost two hours later, Shooter Sullivan returned, and to Tex’s eyes, seemed a lot less angry than he’d been when he left. Tex grinned at him, but didn’t say anything.
“I smashed the thing,” Shooter announced as he walked past the men.
“Poor Slick,” Tex mused.
“She can have one in any color but motherfucking purple,” Shooter declared. “And as long as it’s not bigger than me.”