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OANA, AKA LOVER OF FEATHERED HAIR AND FLARED JEANS
On the day of my haircut, I wake up crying. Ike kisses away my tears and promises everything will be okay. I let him think I’m worried about my hair. However, I’m really afraid to leave the homestead without him.
What if my family or someone from the church tries to force me to go back? Can Edith and Tuesday possibly stop them?
I know I can’t. Ike never finished showing me how to fight. We got sidetracked by his large dick and my overheated pussy.
I’m not afraid of my family when I’m on the homestead. This place feels like another world. It’s more than a half dozen houses on a picturesque piece of land. The homestead is a separate community where outsiders aren’t welcome. Now that I’m on the inside, I feel protected.
There are security cameras and a fence circling much of property. My family can’t just ride in here and start trouble.
They never would, anyway, even without the security stuff. The Trinity Church is sneaky. Full frontal attacks against people don’t work. Just like when a bunch of younger members ambushed Rie Bayer and her new friends while they were at a Rockwell restaurant. All the Trinity Church young people got was beat up and arrested.
No, my family probably won’t come at us today during my haircut and nail painting. I’m being paranoid. Maybe I really am just worried about my hair.
“What if I look ugly with a shorter cut?” I ask Ike as we sit at the kitchen table during breakfast.
“What if I shaved my head and showed off the dent right here?” he asks, taking my hand so I can feel the spot.
“What happened?”
“I ran into a tree.”
“While riding your motorcycle?”
“No,” he says and grins. “I was just running around here as a kid and didn’t notice the tree. To be fair, I’d eaten a lot of those little Twix candies. Sugar highs make me a little crazy. That’s why I stick to substances that’ll keep me chill.”
“Is that what moonshine does?”
“Sometimes. But on the night we met, the moonshine made me restless. That’s why I wandered the woods until I found you,” he says and then snaps his fingers. “Maybe the moonshine opened me up to the universe and it knew I needed to find you.”
“Did you ever consider drinking it to find me again?”
“I tried a few times, but I never ended up in the right place.”
I grin at the thought of him drunkenly searching for me in the woods.Ike is such a sweet, romantic man.
That’s why he spends the hours leading up to my salon appointment in bed with me. We try the doggy-style sex. I don’t really get the animal part of the act. However, the position allows Ike to use his hands, so I’m all for it.
I still feel him inside me when I climb into the back seat of Edith’s Pathfinder. Sighing, I love how Ike marked my throat with a hickey.
“Should I get a tattoo?” I ask the women around me.
“No,” Roxie answers immediately on my right side. “They’re permanent and nothing should last that long.”
“My sweet daughter is so very wrong,” Tuesday says from my left side. “Tattoos are like soul mates. They’re the best kind of forever.”
“I’m more confused now,” I admit.
Edith sighs. “It depends on the tattoo. If you get a skanky tramp stamp, you’re going to regret it in a few years when you’re at your kids’ soccer games. But if it’s a tasteful piece of art, you should be fine.”
“Define ‘tasteful,’” Tuesday asks.
