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I’m happy.

Mostly.

I’d be happier if she’d smile at me like that.

Or if I could come to terms with the fact that she never will.

Her eyes suddenly cross, and she gasps as she pulls her dress away from her breasts.

“Ginny?” Mabel says.

I’m halfway to the ladies before I register that I’ve moved. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Spider.Spider! It’s in my boobs!” Ginny’s dancing and spinning and half reaching into the top of her dress and then grimacing and pulling her hand back out, her breath getting ragged and loud.

Fuck.

Fuck.

She hates spiders. That wasn’t an act during herOn the Rhodesdays, though it might’ve started then.

“Smack your boobs,” Olivia orders.

“Don’t smack your boobs, shake it out!” Samantha cries.

“Shake those titties, Ginny,” Pip croons.

“I’ve got a hose,” Cricket says, running into the barn with the hose and shoving me out of the way. “I can spray it out!”

Ginny’s gasping and dancing in a circle, bending and twisting while Flow whimper-whines and dances around her.

Every time I try to get close to her, one of the other women pushes me back.

“It’s crawling—all over—my skin,” she gasps. “Hundreds—of spiders.”

Flow barks.

“Take your dress off,” Mabel orders.

Ginny whips it over her head and throws it on the ground, but she’s still writhing and scratching and twisting.

“It’s on my back!” she shrieks.

I will slay that fucking spider. Check it into the boards. I will start a fight with it. I will murder it until it’s so murdered that its dead ancestors feel murdered all over again too.

And then I’ll hunt down her brother and give him my style of a nose job for the way he tormented her with spiders all through that one season of their show.

Olivia hip-checks me and bumps me out of the way again.

I’m a fuckingbeast, and these women are manhandling me like I’m no bigger than Lavender.

“I got it!” Cricket yells as she turns the hose on and aims it right at Ginny.

Ginny, who’s in nothing but skimpy pink panties and a matching bra.

Which my dick needs tonotnotice, but the fucker has a mind of his own.

Flow yelps and darts away as the water hits her, but Ginny spreads her arms and leans into the stream, which has to be cold, but she’s not flinching at all. “Get my back!Get my back!”