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Her boobs are poking out of holes before being encased in the bra. I can see naked flesh around the front of her tiny panties. It isn’t until she turns slightly and wiggles her naked ass at me, I finally lose the plot and start laughing. I don’t mean a giggle, or a snort of laughter. I mean I lose all my sensibility and guffaw like you wouldn’t believe.

Seeing the look of horror and then anger on her face, I grab her before she can reach the door and escape. Holding her tight, as she squirms to escape, I try to get a grip on myself. Between breaths and tears running down my face, I feel her slowly relaxing.

“I can’t believe how much thought and effort you have put into this whole thing, my love. It is fantastic,” I tell her.

“So fantastic that you almost burst a lung laughing at me.” She has tears in her eyes as she speaks, and I feel so bad for having had this reaction to all her effort.

Taking her to the dresser, I stand beside her so she can see our reflection in the mirror. “It looked so much better in my mind,” she states. “I’ve never wanted to make love so badly as I do with you, but it always goes belly up.”

“How about we stop trying so hard and just let nature take its course? I’m sure that when it happens, it will be amazing.” I hold her close and hug her tightly.

“You had better be the most amazing lover in the world after all this. If anyone tries to interrupt us, I’m going to use Pattie’s shotgun on them, and it won’t be her ‘air shotgun’ either.” Barbara turns slightly and asks, “Does my ass look big in this?”

“It looks awesome. We should definitely do this again when I’m not contagious. I’ll play the part of a plumber and you can be a housewife decorating her new home.” I give her my most salacious grin.

“You can most definitely hold on to that thought, and any similar role-plays you can think up.”

With this, she throws her hooded cape around herself in the most dramatic way ever, slips out the door, and is gone.

Chapter 18

*~* Whack *~*

Sitting outside in the compound, I watch in fascination as Ghost puts the women through their paces. I’m not fascinated because they are women, more the fact that they want to put themselves through this. It is grueling to watch, and the fact that I’ve been through this shit myself makes it even more fascinating.

Not once have I seen him go easy on them. Every exercise, every training move, they have all been the same as the brothers have to go through. I wonder if Saddle or Bank have noticed that their old ladies are toning up. Neither are old, old ladies, but they are not youngsters either. If you know where to look, you can see that all this training is certainly having a positive effect.

I spoke to Ghost before the session started and asked him how Pattie was coming along. I’ve heard several of the brothers talking about her lately, and not in the way brothers usually talk about the club women. I know Vortex doesn’t use the club women, and he was saying some interesting stuff to Hellion.

Pattie approached him for some extracurricular lessons in knife fighting. He emphasized the fighting part, and that she wasn’t interested in the fancy showboat throwing stuff, like some of the brothers liked to see. He thinks she could overtake Mateo in skill level while he’s convalescing, and that’s high praise indeed. Mateo is good with a knife and soaks up his training like a sponge.

Molly, Jamie and Anya all take it seriously, but I don’t think their hearts are in it as much as Pattie’s. Something clicked within her when she stood in for Jamie, and it sure as hell hasn’t clicked off since. I’ve not heard any more about any of the brothers disrespecting them either. Maybe all this training has put the fear of God into whoever it was.

When Ghost takes them off for a run, I decide to get a cold drink and walk toward the kitchen door. As I get closer, I hear Mella’s voice drift out the open doorway.

“Stupid bitches are all they are. Why on earth they need to half-kill themselves three times a week is beyond me! If there’s any trouble, the brothers can get themselves hurt sorting it out. It’s not what we’re here for. Julia, are you going to get this kitchen tidy any time soon so we can get a drink and relax?” Mella has a strong, bossy vibe in her tone that tells me she is just sitting watching while Julia is doing all the work.

Walking into the kitchen, I smile at both women. “Julia, I need to speak to you in my office. Nothing to worry about I don’t think. Mella, you can clean both the fridges out while you’re waiting for her. If she’s not back in time to help with those, you can do the freezer too.” I give her the look that says I mean she has to get all three done and that she’s going to be doing it alone. As she opens her mouth to argue, I shut her down. “Well, as you have so much more energy than the others to burn off three times a week, I think I’ll be finding more for you to do in future.” Knowing she’s been overheard, she thinks twice before saying another word.

Taking a bottle of water from the fridge, I make a point of looking where everything is, so I know when I check back later if everything has been moved.

I take Julia into my office, and we chat for a while. I’m sure she doesn’t think that’s why I brought her here, but I’m doing a little fact-finding. It seems that Julia is lacking in ambition and hasn’t given any thought to the fact that at some point she will be ‘surplus to requirements’.

She has quite a bit to say about Anya and Pattie. It seems she looks up to them and finds Pattie’s new enthusiasm for life surprising. She has very little to say about Mella, so I play it carefully to dig into what is eating at Mella.

After some careful questioning, I think I have the basis for Mella’s attitude. She thought she was going to become an old lady to a brother, preferably an officer, preferably Cannon or me. Barbara arriving on the scene has taken an iron out of her fire, and if she thinks she has a hope in hell of catching me, she has another thing coming.

Hearing all the women in the rec room, I send Julia off on an errand to clean my room, only to keep Mella from getting any help, and then go and see what the women have to say. I’m surprised to see Thorn behind the bar, but as all the prospects rotate through different tasks, it shouldn’t surprise me really. Andy and Thorn run the barber shop but still have to do their bit the same as the others. Seeing Ghost and Thorn trying to have a conversation while Thorn is serving gives me an idea. I prepare a text to all the MC stating it is half-price happy hour for the next two hours. Before I press send, I grab Pattie’s attention.

“Could you do me a favor, Pattie? I want to give Thorn and Ghost a couple of hours together, so do you think you could tend bar for that long, on your own? I mean, if you feel you’re sinking at any time, just holler and someone will jump in with you.” I raise my eyes questioningly, and I already know that I have her hook, line, and sinker.

“Of course I can tend bar for two hours, Pres. I won’t need any help, it’s normally pretty quiet around here during the week.” Pattie grins at the thought of doing something different, and I grin at my own craftiness. As soon as Thorn is out from behind the bar, I press send and wait for the stampede.

Half an hour later, the rec room is buzzing. It is packed with brothers and officers alike. I sit to one side, with Breaker, Molly, Fury, and Jamie. Molly keeps catching me watching Pattie and I just grin at her. When she gives me the look that asks if I’m interested in Pattie, I just shake my head in the negative. “I have an ulterior motive, Molly, but it’s not that.”

“God help her, then. God help her.” Molly returns to her conversation with Breaker and I continue my observations.

At exactly two hours, Thorn returns and I notice that once Pattie has given him the lowdown on whatever she feels he needs to know, she asks him for something. He looks at me and holds up the liquor cabinet keys, then nods questioningly to Pattie. Appearing to give it a moment’s thought, I nod yes and watch a little longer. In only ten minutes, Pattie hands back the keys to Thorn, and all the optics and liquor shelves have been replenished. You’d never know that there had been a rush of ordering on half-price drinks.