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LEXI: Of course, hooker. How’s Thunder?

ANDY: Good, Whiskey patched him up. But holy shit, did you know they have basically a hospital down here? Like full-on everything.

LEXI: Yeah. Whiskey bought the equipment on the black market and gets the drugs and shit from Mexico and Canada. They can do everything from bullet holes to deliver babies. LOL

ANDY: I thought you weren’t supposed to tell tales out of school about the club? Isn’t that TMI?

The distraction was exactly what she needed.

LEXI: 1. You’re down there already and you have eyes. B. It’s different now.

ANDY: You know it drives me crazy when you do that. I want to punch you in the left tit.

LEXI: A. Nooooo, not my party tit. You skank.

LEXI: 2. You love me, endlessly and deeply. Even if I 1-B.

LEXI: Furthermore, you’re not in your head obsessing about Thunder. Probably watching him sleep wondering when you can get the D again, you pervy wervy. Your welcome.

ANDY: *you’re

LEXI: *a cunt, yes

ANDY: smooches-love you stupid-your the best

LEXI: *you’re

ANDY: *a pain in my ass, yes

LEXI: Tell Thunder about your noggin at first chance.

ANDY: I will. Kiss Fern for me.

LEXI: Already done. ‘Night OL

ANDY: OL?

LEXI: Ol’ Lady. Ask Thunder???

ANDY: OK ‘Night

She could always count on Lexi. She was her Ride or Die, so why was she deflecting and deferring? Lexi was brutally honest. To the point that people without thick skin didn’t last long around her.

Why was the ol’ lady phrase a thing all of the sudden? It wasn’t the first time Lexi had said it. Not to mention the strange way others were reacting to her.

She watched a documentary once on outlaw bikers, and they used the term to mean wife. Lexi had always maintained that the Phantoms were different, nothing like that at all. So maybe the Phantoms used the term differently, and it had something to do with her being involved in the shooting. That made sense because no one said it or treated her weird before.

Maybe it was honorary because she helped them. She liked that thought. Being an honorary badass, like Ripley. She was as badass as they came.

Andy drifted off to the thought of wearing a leather jacket, getting a badass road name, and riding one of those custom bikes. Some women dreamed of fairy tales, flowing gowns, and a future being the perfect wife. While some dreamed of bikes, beards, and being badass. Both were fine, but not one size fits all.

The wind was whipping her hair around her shoulders. In her dream, she didn’t have to follow any helmet laws. She laughed into the night, but the wind carried the sound. As good as it felt, she pushed her mind, and poof, she was wrapped around Thunder while they flew down the asphalt like a rocket. This time the wind ate his laughter, but she felt what she couldn’t hear.

Badass or not, even in her dreams, Andy would rather be on the back of Thunder’s bike than on one of her own. She felt herself being called from sleep too soon.

Nooooooo.She didn’t want to wake up.

“Heisman, no. Hold, damn it.”

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