Page 57 of Savage Ends
Doc was a tall man.Even though he retired, he had never lost his edge.Not an ounce of fat was on the man’s body.Even though he was seventy-five, he didn’t look his age.More like a fifty-year-old.Maybe even younger.
Pat climbed out of the car and looked over to his father, who had not smiled on their approach.
“Hey, Dad,” he said.
“Hey, son.I hear the club is in real fucking trouble.”
“Hey, Doc,” Rusty said, groaning.“I’m in real fucking bad shape.”
And that was the father-and-son introduction over.
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Ava decided not toleave the store.She loved helping her mother and sister, and also being distracted on November first by changing the window displays helped her not to think about Pat, and last night.
Unfortunately, she did have random thoughts completely dominated by Pat and what they shared.They didn’t just have sex once.Nope.After that first time, Pat had been so caring and gentle.Much to her embarrassment, there had been a little blood.Just a tiny amount, and Pat had taken care of her.He’d been so tender and loving with her that it had stolen her breath away.She had never been so used to a man treating her like that.
He’d insisted on carrying her into his en-suite bathroom, and he didn’t have a bathtub, but he forced her into the shower.He even moved her out of the way so the cold spray hit him rather than hitting her, which had been so totally sweet of him.
Pat washed her body, along with her hair.Shampooing the long length, and her hair was still a dark black.It was the dye that needed multiple washes for the color to change back to what it was.She did have a moment after she did it, when she wondered what the hell she had done, dyeing her blonde hair, but it was done.
After he washed her, she was not going to allow him to escape that easily, so she attended to him, washing his body.
Pat was so sweet, so calm, and he talked to her throughout washing him.His cock had not remained flaccid.It had been very stiff.Rock-hard.She recalled being so red in the face.Pat had taken her hand and wrapped her fingers around his dick.
“Touch me, Ava.”
He’d whispered those soft words against her ear, and she had touched him, explored him, and much to her surprise, felt him get even harder.He hadn’t even been stiff from the beginning, or at least not fully stiff, which shocked her.
After the water started to chill, Pat had turned it off and told her to wait in the bathroom.Before he left, he wrapped a towel around her body, and one in her hair.She stood in the bathroom, feeling rather odd, just waiting.
He returned to the sheets bundled up together, and then he picked her up in his arms.Again, another surprise, and he hadn’t even shown any sign of her weight bothering him.
Pat carried her back to the bedroom, and she saw his bed was once again neatly made before he placed her right on top.
The towels disappeared, and Ava got to experience sex for a second time, minus the pain, and it had been incredible.She loved every second of it.Even now, just the memory, while she should be working, was right there, reminding her of what they shared.
And also, what she also sneaked away from that very morning.
“You’re distracted,” Violet said.
They were standing in the window display, removing the last of the Halloween decorations and inspirations.They would clean them up, box them, and place them in storage until next year.Throughout the year, Hazel would make decorations for each specific time of the year, to help advertise the shop through the window displays.
Ava loved to contribute as well.Although, she had been attempting to construct a corset for this very window, and that hadn’t exactly gone to plan.The measurements were way off, and it didn’t fit any of the mannequins as her corset had come out too big.She had done something wrong in the measuring, tracing out, and the final piece.Hopefully, next year she would have something for the window.
“I’m not distracted.I’m working.You know how particular Mom is about her displays.She wants everything to be perfect, and that is exactly what I’m working to achieve.Perfection.”She didn’t want to talk to her sister about sex.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Violet said.“You were crap at it growing up, and guess what, you’re still crap at it.”
“Shut up.”
Ava finished wiping the last of the display, and now it was ready for the November inspiration.
Their mother didn’t like to put bolts of fabric in the window as the glare of the light tended to ruin them by fading the fabric.She often made things out of fabric for them to be seen.
Seeing as this shop catered to many different elements of the sewing craft, from dressmaking to quilting, and hand-stitching, the window display had to showcase that.
Ava started with one of the many quilts they had made over the years for the shop.This one was all about Fall, with pumpkins and leaves, and it looked so seasonal, getting ready for Thanksgiving.She was looking forward to Thanksgiving, only she didn’t know if this meant she would invite Pat to her family’s celebration.She wasn’t even sure if Pat had any family.Glancing over at Violet, she didn’t know if her sister would know.
