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excuse. I know her, Ingrid, and I know she could never have done anything that deserved such fucking treatment.”
    Ingrid looked up at him towering over her, and she looked how I felt. Terrified. As Ford yelled, the terror oozed from me. It was replaced with confidence and serenity because for the first time in my life, someone was protecting me.
    “Listen to me good, you old witch. I never want to see you harm, hurt, or insult the tiniest hair on Maddy’s head ever fucking again . If I see or hear of anything like this ever again, I will bury you , old lady. Do you feel me?”
    Ingrid just whimpered, so Ford stomped his boot, hard, against the cement. “Do you feel me , I said. Answer me.”
    She nodded.
    Quick as a whip, Ford took me by the arm and dragged me into the living room. Still holding me tight, he fell into the couch’s depths with me on his lap, my arms locked around his neck. The entire past two minutes had been a whirlwind, and I exhaled in a whoosh as we hit the couch.
    He nuzzled his beautiful face in the crook of my neck. Delicious tiny shivers feathered my entire spine and erected my nipples, as though a thousand precious butterflies flapped their tiny wings against me.
    I felt him part his lips, as though he was about to take a bite from my neck. I speared my fingers through his luxurious, thick mane of hair, practically purring with happiness.
    Someone had stood up for me.
    Ford had protected me against that evil bane of my existence, and now his bulging biceps were sheltering me from anything slightly hurtful.
    My pussy clenched. I rotated my hips a little bit, just an automatic reaction of gratitude to a savior, but my cunt was clamped down over his swelling cockhead. His prick expanded and twitched against my innermost core.
    “Maddy,” he whispered. “Don’t ever change for anyone. You’re perfect the way you are. Don’t listen to that twisted old bat.”
    His words whispered along my neck where that bitch had been pressing, and I wanted to sob with thankfulness.
    There was one serious down side to falling in love with Ford.
    Now that I felt something for someone else, I knew I could be hurt.
    “Thank you, Ford,” I whispered against his smooth forehead. “Thank you for being on my side.”
    Then Cropper stomped inside the house or something like that. Something interrupted us, I don’t recall what, and I had to jump off Ford’s lap, leaving him with a big old tent in his lap. He had to slide his hand down the front of his pants to adjust his big old erection.
    And I was smiling for the rest of the day.
    Hey, you said this would be cathartic for me. It really is. Thanks. It’s good for my soul. It’s nice to remember these pleasant things from my past.
    Maybe because they didn’t last too much longer.

CHAPTER FOUR
    FORD
    “The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that they should want roses. For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality.” ~ Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
    “O kay, you go.”
    “No, you go.”
    “No, you go.”
    Ford and Madison stood on the eaves of the Cottonwood house roof, urging each other to do a cannonball into the swimming pool below. They’d done it often, but the teasing was a ritual they liked to go through. It was babyish, Ford knew, but he liked the way he and Maddy played together. It was lighthearted, free and easy, unlike the way he played with the sweetbutts at the clubhouse.
    His attitude toward the tattooed sweetbutts was earnest and dead serious—to get the job done. Fuck them and throw them out on their ass.
    Maybe because his relationship to Maddy was sisterly, it ran a lot deeper than that. They played around and kidded each other. He even slapped her on the ass, quite often if the