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“We don’t fuck in rooms!” Sam shouted back.

I shook my head and grinned, “Do you think there’s something wrong with us?”

“No,” she snapped back, “It’s everyone else who’s losing out. Fucking prudes.”

As we walked toward the door, Sam reaching into her purse, pulled out my wadded socks, and tossed them into the trash can.

“I want to see Axton,” she said as we walked down the hallway.

I nodded my head, “I was thinking the same thing. And there’s a few others I want you to meet. A few of the girls. Axton’s Ol’ Lady and Toad’s Ol’ Lady.”

“Am I your Ol’ Lady, Otis? Is that what I am?” she grinned.

“You God damned sure are,” I responded.

As strange as it seemed to say, and as much as she may not understand the sincerity and seriousness of the label, Sam was none other than Otis’ Ol’ Lady.

And now it was time I made her part of my family.

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