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The bus had taken off without her.

And having nothing to do on a time schedule, he followed the bus.

Oh, he'd get home eventually. He wasn't in a rush.

His wife would be there waiting.

She didn't do it for him anymore. He liked the chase.

He liked the ones that made him work a little.

He knew they liked it just as much. He knew it gave them a thrill.

The rush when they got caught.

The release.

He'd stopped to look when the bus stopped in this little podunk town and they'd dropped off some bags, but no one had left the bus. He knew she'd be coming.

And here she was.

But this... man?

He wasn't any better than a caveman.

Someone barely good enough to wipe the windshield of his car or pump some gas.

He could maybe take out the trash.

After he'd had a taste of her first.

Something fell on his head and swore under his breath, using his hand to brush it off of his hair.

He didn't know what the hell it was, and he didn't really care, but when he looked up, he saw that the tree it had fallen from was old.

Hell, it had probably been growing there before Jesus wore sandals.

Giving the trunk a good kick, he felt the pain in his foot, but he also saw the chunk of the tree fall to the ground.

He turned his head to follow the path that man took when he walked away.

He knew that man would come back, sniffing around.

He could smell hungry pussy just as well as anyone.

And he needed to make sure that the caveman didn't get a jump on her until he'd had his own piece of that fat ass.

Smiling to himself, he walked back to his car. He needed a couple of tools.

Chapter

Nine

The next morning began early for her, but this time, Suzannah was ready. When she stepped through the door at the back of the bakery, she came face to face with Hetty.

The older woman shook her head with a smile. "I feel like I've been taken back in time to my youth." She clapped her hands over her rounded chest and grinned. "Would it be too much to ask that the next time I stare into the mirror, I'll see myself as young as you are?"

Suzannah stepped forward and hugged. "You called me young."

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