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truth came out, but only when no one, especially not when that horndog Cropper, was looking.
    Right now was no different. Maddy was clad in her underwire bra and clingy panties that were practically see-through when wet, and Ford slapped her on her round, jiggly ass.
    Impulsively, a month ago they’d run over to Knoxie’s in Pure and Easy and gotten inked together. She wanted a tramp stamp, and Ford’s prick was hard as a ramrod watching Knoxie tug her panties down until her ass crack showed as she lay on her stomach. Ford had never been as green with envy as when Knoxie rubbed her tailbone down with alcohol. She now had a tramp stamp that approximated the Bare Bones skull and ribs, only stylized and tribal. And Ford had more or less a permanent hard-on.
    Her eyes shining, Maddy hugged herself and jerked away from Ford. He wondered if she knew that when she did this, her nearly-naked tits jutted out more prominently. “Stop slapping me! It hurts when my butt’s wet.”
    “Oh yeah? I’ll give you more than a wet butt if you don’t go over the edge.” He slapped her again anyway. Ford had learned by embarrassing trial and error, and he now wore a tight jock under his boxers. It kept his horse-like erection under wraps.
    She allowed him to yank her around so the globes of her luscious ass were pressed against his wet crotch. They’d already been swimming for half an hour, but major shrinkage was never a problem for Ford. God, how he wanted to just slide his palm down her flat belly and inside those damp panties. He’d just pinch her pussy lips together and rub until he brought her off in his hand. If he slipped his palm under her tight bra, her fat tittie would fill his hand.
    Instead, Ford shoved her off the roof.
    Instead of an elegant cannonball, Madison went in a flailing mass of limbs. She hit the water’s surface in what looked like a painful, giant slap. She frothed around awhile like a fish on a hook, and then Ford launched himself in a compact ball into the deep end of the pool.
    They splashed and swam, and then Maddy hauled herself onto the edge where she leaned back on her palms, feet dangling in the pool. Ford executed what he knew was an impressive push-up, twisting his torso to exhibit its naked beauty to his best advantage. Ford was no moron. He knew what ladies wanted.
    He wasn’t sure if Maddy wanted him in that way, and it would be wrong to make a move on her. She was practically his sister. But damn if every time she warmed his back on the way to her school, he didn’t wind up sporting a massive erection. He always wound up driving the twenty miles to Pure and Easy just to dip his wick into an uncomplaining sweetbutt.
    “When you move to Flagstaff,” he said, “are you going to come down and visit?”
    Madison shrugged. Doing so made her boobs undulate like plastic bags full of Jell-O. Chlorinated water dripped from the tips of her hair and into her cleavage. “I don’t know if I’ll have a vehicle. I’ll spend all my salary on tuition and books.”
    Madison had been accepted into the nursing program at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. She only had to stick around this dump for another six months. Ford was bursting with pride for her. It hadn’t been easy raising herself with her mother’s fucking awful tutelage. The old witch Ingrid just breathed up perfectly good air and Ford failed to see what Cropper saw in her. He knew that Cropper wanted a “citizen wife” to maintain a good image in the community, someone who wasn’t a pass-around or a used-up sweetbutt. Someone unconnected with the MC world, not even an old lady.
    Well, Ingrid certainly was that—unconnected to their lifestyle in Pure and Easy.
    That was about it. Ford didn’t see what glowing citizen’s aura she cast over their dirty lives. She probably put out decently—Ford didn’t really want to ponder on that. The writing was on the wall and Ingrid’s time was limited, he knew. Cropper didn’t like the way