“What a good job I’m here!” Rutter exclaimed, whipping his phone out.
“Why?” I demanded, knowing where the asshole was going.
“Clearly you’re about to play hooky with this… creature,” Rutter snapped. Jody had her own cell out and was filming.
“Creature?” she snapped, insulted. I hooked her around the waist; I wouldn’t put it past Jody to bitch-slap Rutter.
“Please state what you’re insinuating,” I said.
“You’re ditching work to run off with…that,” Rutter replied.
“Guess I’m not allowed a lunch break. This is slave labour?” I drawled. Jody snickered and kept filming.
“Turn that off. You don’t have my permission to record me!” Rutter stated loudly.
“Hey, boss. Rutter here says I can’t have lunch. Asshole expects me to work from half-seven in the morning till half-five without eating,” I called across to Guy.
“Company policy states any shift over nine hours gets an hour’s break. Are you breaking my company’s rules?” Guy shouted and straightened.
“Mr Carter’s leaving with this woman,” Rutter replied with resentment.
“It’s Magic’s break. Magic can bang her in the parking lot for all I care. It’s his time to do what he wants with,” Guy retorted.
“Oh, I don’t put on public displays, not during the day,” Jody interjected and licked her lips. I chuckled. Jody was offended and wasn’t bothered if Rutter knew it. “My boss, the mayor, doesn’t approve.”
“You work for the mayor?” Rutter sneered, and Jody grinned.
“Yes, indeed, I do, Mr Rotter.”
“It’s Rutter.”
“Yeah. Rotter, just as I said.” Jody glanced up at me. “Can we go now? I’m hungry, and I have a class soon. I’ve gotta get in a blowjob too, unless those are against your parole conditions?”
With that, I swung Jody up into my arms. Rutter would probably start searching for ways to screw with me, but I’d keep a tally and fuck him right back.
“I’m gonna fill your mouth, woman,” I promised, my voice full of suggestion.
We left Rutter spluttering in the yard as I carried Jody towards my Hog. Thank God I could still ride, and that wasn’t a parole violation!
Jody – November 2007
“Hey. What are you up to this weekend?” Aster questioned.
“Not much. Magic and I were planning a quiet one.”
“Shit, Magic can’t go to bars, can he? How long until Magic’s off probation?”
“Eight months.” I sighed. “Time seems to be passing so slowly.”
“It did when Magic was inside. Do you think you’re still adjusting?” Aster asked.
“Could be. We were separated for two years. The odd thing is, it doesn’t feel like we’ve been apart. Maybe we’re soulmates,” I replied in a light tone.
“Jody, you love Magic and know it,” Aster retorted.
“I do.”
“The age gap has never bothered you, and Magic adores you. There’s love in Magic’s eyes when he looks at you. It makes me envious,” Aster admitted.
