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However, Hobo won’t change. He’s too old to rewrite himself. Unlike me, he’s happy with the life he leads. I’m willing to start over because I left nothing behind worth missing.
That’s why I don’t answer my sister’s texts when I get back to my house. I’m already heartsick over Hobo leaving. As the last bit of sunlight remained, he took me back to the shop and followed me most of the way to Velma’s. I think he realizes riding right up to the driveway will piss off the woman. Or maybe she doesn’t care now that I’m a Vegas whore.
Either way, Hobo’s gone to whatever dark corner of McMurdo Valley calls to him tonight. I’m left in my tiny house with a heart filled with conflicting emotions and a pussy pounded full of semen.
“Maybe youarea Vegas whore,” I tell my reflection when I strip down to shower. “You sure do like cock.”
Just Hobo’s, of course.I love everything about him, even the stuff that annoys me. I hope he feels the same way about me.
Hobo said we’d go riding tomorrow afternoon. He also asked me not to bring food.
“I know a place with decent barbecue,” he explained before kissing me goodnight.
Grinning as I settle on my small couch, I like how he’s taking charge. I wonder if he’ll be late tomorrow or if he can force himself to submit to a specified time.
The morning sun wakes me, revealing how I’m covered in hickeys. I’ve barely finished giggling about that when I hear a weird sound coming from Rose the Cat’s igloo. I tiptoe onto the tiny porch and crane to see her without spooking the wild furball.
“You’ve been busy,” I whisper, creeping closer to count the kittens birthed yesterday while I was gone.
Rose the Cat watches me with the same wary gaze I get from Hobo sometimes. Four kittens whine in the igloo, making the sounds that drew me outside. I very gingerly offer Rose the Cat clean water and food. I’m careful not to get too close. She isn’t totally feral, and she enjoyed the rubs I gave her over the last few days. However, she’s in protective mama mode, so she offers me a hiss to remind me of my place.
Grinning at her warning, I return to the house to prepare myself for the day. I’d love to stay and just watch the cats. Even better would be if Hobo came here and spent the day. He could bring a tent and we’d hide inside during the hottest moments.
“You’re delusional,” I tell myself as I tie my shoes.
I really am if I think Velma would be cool with any of my plans. She isn’t even happy about the cat sticking around.
Driving to the shop, I decide to spend my morning searching online for a new living situation. By the time Glenn Childs enters for his coffee and breakfast sandwich, I’ve convinced myself that I’ll live in a massive tent on rental land. Yep, that’d be a solid plan for Hobo, Rose the Cat, her babies, and me. All I need is a port-a-potty set up, so I can crap like a normal person. Otherwise, I can’t imagine a single flaw with my plan.
TOMMY
I’ve lost my internalcompass. I don’t know what to do with myself once Xenia is out of reach. She’s stolen the part of me who understood his place in McMurdo Valley.
My body feels relaxed after our picnic, where we spent more time fucking than eating.
My head isn’t nearly as calm. I’m restless as I ride around the Valley long after the sun goes down. The roads don’t speak to me, except to hint at what’s back in that tiny house on Velma’s property.
