“You fixed it already?” She sat up excitedly. “Now Mace doesn’t have to take me to work tomorrow.”
“I was just about to ask your address, but I see his big ass truck in your driveway. Plate like 4MACE it’s hard to miss.”
“You drove it to me? I love you my handsome Mechanic.” Nice cover, Josie smiled knowing it was in Impound before now. “Mace? Run out front and let Damon in. Is Patrice with you?”
“Van right behind me.” He pulled into Piper’s drive next to his truck.
“Come on in we’re lounging around the pool. Have a glass of wine. Oh! We have maryjuanita!”
Chuckling Damon got out motioning Patrice to park and join him. Mace bolting through the house found the couple standing at the door. “How’s it hangin’ Kid?” Damon nodded holding keys out in front of him. Beside him Patrice looked down at Mace’s tented sweats. Eyes bulging, she looked up at Mace.
“I never hang. Come on in Mister Rice.”
“Damon! You recall my Patrice?”
“Yes, I do.” He grinned. Patrice had to take a deep breath as she passed by that big tent Revival. Damon had not even noticed he was too busy admiring Piper’s home.
“Wooooweee! Look at that widescreen TV. Might have to come over and watch WWE.”
“Wrestling Coach.” Patrice shook her head. “There’s our…uh…why are they naked?”
“Her house! Who am I to judge.” Mace chuckled and opened the French door for her. Rotten meeting them sniffed until Mace pulled him inside. “I’ll just go walk Rotten.” He felt compelled to leave them to themselves. Smart!
Piper jumping from her seat ran up to Patrice hugging her tightly. “Hey girlfriend.” Patrice patted Piper on the back. “Put some clothes on.”
“Nope! You two take some off.” She laughed. “Psst! Henry doesn’t know about us being arrested. You fixed my carburetor, okay?”
“Gotcha!”
“You had me at the corner of Longfellow and whatever the other street was.” It eluded her. “Come on you can keep your clothes on. Wine? Weed?”
“We can’t stay Piper.” Patrice spoke up, “Shocked as we are, the babysitter wasn’t mad last night. She’s back watching our boy but only until 10:00. That money you gave us was incentive.”
“How’s it going Henry?” Damon waved over Piper’s shoulder, “Josie girl!” Josie instantly thought of the band Whisky Dick serenading her to that song. Good times!
“Hey Damon. Sorry for the peep show.” Henry hid his big dick by turning in his seat. Josie, seeing it stroked him as they bantered. He let her.
“No problem! We all know what this one is like.” He pointed at Piper.
“Tit of the iceberg!” Piper poised her left breast giggling.
“You must be Aunt Arctica!” He dared to compliment her nipple hard on. If Patrice could stare at Mace’s tent he could stare at both North Poles. South Poles? He couldn’t remember which. He’d ask Dewey Knowles the History teacher tomorrow.
“That’s enough Happy Feet!” Patrice lifted his chin. “We really do need to go Piper. Thank you for…you know…bailing us out.”
“I would never leave my besties out in the cold.”
“We know Baby.” She lifted Damon’s head again. That word cold dropped his gaze back to the nICE shelf. “Walk us out?” She made certain Damon was behind her as Piper wiggled around polishing off her wine glass. Shuffling to the door Damon just could not stop looking at that cheerleader ass. Go Falcons!