”Rest assured handsome, we’re real, though I bet to anyone else but you yer sister would be a Georgia peach…being related causes ya to lose the charm and all.” She said this all as she stood watching him finish the beer, wondering if she should’ve asked for one herself, it’d been a long road trip after all. ”I’d appreciate that mister.” Curved hips swaying from side to side, in denim jeans that seemed nearly painted on. As she ducted under his arm and out the door into the crisp spring air. At least the rain had stopped for the moment. ”That’s er, don’t mind Betsy in back.” She was referring to the rifle hung on the gun rack in back, chuckling as she recalled the last time she’d taken a man to the bed of her truck and his alarm when he’s fooling around had nearly cost him an arm. ”If ya can tell me if she’s gonna make it to the next town or not I’d appreciate it. Hell if she can make it to the shop even I’d been obliged,” If not she’d be sleeping in the cab or bed, again, and she was really yearning for a real mattress sometime soon.
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