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“And if I don’t?”
“We’ll sit here for as long as it takes,” Dad growled.
Jim Bob picked up the pencil.
“I love watching your father work,” Mom said, putting her phone away.
For a moment, I was a kid again, screaming for my parents, trying desperately to save them. A sensation of peace flowed into me, replacing the pain. After all these years, I had proven my grandfather murdered my parents and justice was finally served. “I feel the need to celebrate. How about you guys?”
“Hell, yeah, and I know just the place,” Mom said.
Chapter Sixteen
A day of pampering was just what I needed. Cow poop no longer coated my hair. My skin was flawless and fly-free. My fingers and toes were no longer crusted with icky goop, but were now painted a bright cherry red.
After three shots of the restaurant’s best whiskey, I was feeling no pain. I giggled. “So, when Lucas went down on one knee, I thought he was proposing.”
Gemma laughed hysterically. “Oh, my, God. I’d love to have seen his face.”
“How many men have you been with Julie?” Mom asked out of the blue.
I gaped at her. “What? Why?”
“The men in the Stone family are all rather well-endowed.”
Clearing my throat nervously, I said, “Two. I’m very particular.”
“Don’t tell me you did it with Mitch Kelsey in the janitor’s closet,” Gemma chortled.
I threw my hands up in disgust. “No, just the kissing lessons and you were there too.”
“Right,” Gemma nodded. “Was it that cute bull rider in Wickenburg or the Wyatt Earp lookalike?”
Mom tossed some money on the table. “C’mon girls, we’re going to that adult bookstore across the street. They have a nice selection of dildoes.”
“How do you know that and why do we need to look at dildoes?” Color me clueless.
A spark of devilry in her eyes, Mom replied, “So, you have an idea of what to expect in the bedroom.”
“Lucas’s itty-bitty swimming trunks leaves little to the imagination,” I pointed out.
Mom opened the restaurant door. “The spandex compresses things down there.”
“Seriously?”
Gemma grinned at me and shrugged.
We followed Mom into the adult bookstore.
The cashier, a big, hairy tattooed dude, stared at us. “Can I help you ladies?”
“Where are your dildoes?” Mom asked.
He pointed to a glass case at the back of the room. “If you find one you like, give me a holler.”
“Will do.” A selection of crotchless lingerie caught Mom’s attention.
Snickering like teenage girls, Gemma and I walked over to the display case. My jaw dropped. “That would never fit!”
