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Me: She tried valiantly to text with him but it was too hard using only one hand.

Pooh: Tell me now where the other hand is!

Me: It’s busy rubbing one out using her biker spank bank.

Pooh: No! No biker bank. Just a Pooh bank! Use that one!

Me: Okay, biker boy, calm down. I happen to like the Pooh bank best.

Pooh: Get using it. Give details, sweetheart.

Me: I’ve never sexted before. Not sure how so be patient!

Pooh: Me neither but I’m liking this. Just give details, baby.

Me: Details like, my hand is slowly gliding up and down my clit and I’m picturing it as your hand instead?

Pooh: Fuck yeah, just like that!

Me: Finger dips in and slides the moisture along my slit. Feels great.

Pooh: Fuck me, baby, I wish it was my hand.

Me: Me too, Pooh.

Pooh: We fix things tomorrow and then it will be my hand.

Me: I hope so. Goodnight, Pooh.

Pooh: Night, honey. Sweet dreams.

Pooh

Once again, I’m riding around delivering paychecks to all the employees. I pull into the custom body shop’s parking lot and spot Trigger standing just outside the employee entrance at the side of the building. I walk over to him and hand him his paycheck. He stuffs it into his pocket without saying a word. He’s usually giving me shit, so I know he’s still upset.

“I’m having lunch with Pippa today. I’m going to explain what really happened with Peaches and hope she understands. Have you spoken with Tammy?”

“No. She won’t answer her phone or even text me back. Fuck it. Women are too hard to understand, anyway,” he growls.

“If Tammy and Pippa invited us to dinner, would we be okay sharing it, at their house, with guys they had fucked in the past? Guys who still worked for them and was around all the time? And they were friendly with?” I ask.

Trigger groans and scrubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. He looks miserable and I get that. Pippa is ready to talk to me but Tammy is still shutting him out. Sucks to be Trigger.

“Fuck no, Pooh. Neither of us would have been okay with that shit. I didn’t think of any of that before the women got to the house though. I fucked up and it has bitten me in the ass. And worse, it got you and Axel in trouble too. Bailey still isn’t talking to me, but I did hear her and Axel worked it out last night. Glad to hear you and Pippa are talking. Guess I’ll have to sink to Axel’s level and send flowers. It always works for him,” Trigger says.

“Can’t hurt. It’s gotten Axel out of some huge messes. Want me to try to talk to her when I pick up Pippa for lunch?”

“No, but thanks. I’ll figure it out.”

I give him a slap on the shoulder and head inside to hand out the rest of the checks. Petey is behind the service counter so I walk over there and lean on the counter, tossing the envelopes down.

“Hey, Pooh. You out of the doghouse yet?” he asks.

“Not sure. We’re having lunch today though, so that’s a good sign.”

“Yeah, it is. Sure hope it works out for you two. I like her. She’s good people and so is Tammy. I hope Tammy gives Trigger another chance because he’s been a miserable fuck to work with the last two days. Selfishly, I’m hoping it for my own sake. I may have to murder a brother if he continues in his current mood,” Petey says, laughingly.

“How many flowers did Axel send to Bailey this time?”

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