Page 47 of Rugger: The Huntress

As if she could read every thought that crossed my mind, Rather interlocked our arms. She rested her head on my shoulder as I watched one of the two employees secure the locks on the doors behind us.

“We’re fine, Rugger. Nothing is going to happen to either of us.”

I didn’t have a rebuttal, so I let her words roam the space between us. They’d gone into one ear and out of the other. Experience had taught me that my family wasn’t invincible.

“Don’t let something that Teddy allowed himself to become part of your trauma story. The circumstances were unusual.”

“So are these.”

“But, we’re here to enjoy each other.”

“This is me enjoying you all.”

“By being the watchdog.”

“By being prepared to shoot anything moving if your freedom and lives are on the line. Asking me to let my guard down is as disrespectful as spit to the face. Go find something to keep your husband entertained. I’ll manage.”

“You’re aggravating,” she groaned. “And, just like him.”

I nodded, agreeing with her observation. She quickly realized I wasn’t in a hurry to join the rest of the girls, so she stormed off in their direction. With both hands in front of the other, I paced from one end of the store to the other.

It wasn’t until Roulette and Range came rushing over that my attention diverted. In their hands were three boxes, all of which caused the contortion of my face.

“Okay, Robo Cop. We’ve narrowed the options down to these three. The vote was unanimous. We figuredBlack, powerful, but easily concealed.”

The liquor I’d consumed was influencing my actions. Followed by a chuckle was a shake of my head.

“If you all can’t tell already, I’m not interested.”

“I can hear that thumping down there a mile away. I don’t give a fuck what you’re interested in. I’m interestedforyou. Now, these three or go back to the drawing board?”

She took the box from Range’s hand and held them all up to my face.

“And they all vibrate?” I asked with furrowed brows. “I haven’t slid down on a dick that vibrates since my fair ticket was stamped.”

“Because God is a man. He doesn’t have a pussy, babe. He wasn’t considering how much more satisfying vibration would be than penetration. Instead of a dick getting hard, He should’ve made them motherfuckers vibrate. Now, that would be somegood shit,” she sniggered, “Besides, you said your collection isextensive. Don’t act like you didn’t know vibration is key.”

I turned my head thirty degrees, trying to comprehend Roulette’s explanation and simultaneous suggestion. She was unmoving, assuring me she stood behind every word she’d shared.

“So, is that a yes or what?”

I nodded, not prepared to argue with the mouthpiece of the family. She was too loud, too wrong, too rude, and too far in the gutter most times. If my feelings were easily hurt, she’d be resting next to Pops.

“Good, because I wasn’t really asking anyway.”

A dark-colored, thick silicon penis.

A black rose with twelve different modes.

A personal vibrator with ten levels and a remote control.

Roulette was ludacris. The pride in her twirl when she headed in the opposite direction was partial proof.

Though slightly lower lids, I listened to the girls cackle and crack joke after joke. An hour passed before they were all carrying black bags and headed in my direction. Roulette was carrying three, of course.

“Here.” She handed me the smallest of them.

Rome’s attempt to slip past me caused me to lunge forward. I wrapped my fingers around her elbow to stop her stride.

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