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taller with the red heels she was wearing. Her long legs went up forever before stopping in the shortest pair of army fatigue patterned shorts I had ever seen. Her midriff was left bare and she wore a cut off white tee that stopped just below her breasts. The sleeves had been removed somewhere along the way too.
    She swept long platinum blonde hair with dark roots which had been processed to within an inch of its life over her shoulder and looked me over with muddy gray-blue eyes. She was older than me, maybe late forties early fifties to my thirty. Fine lines and wrinkles bracketed a mouth that was used to smiling and eyes that had spent too many summers squinting under the sun.
    “I’ m Chandra,” She said, followed by, “Got any coffee?”
    She sat at the end of the bar so she could see into the kitchen and pulled out a cigarette. I set down a cup of coffee in front of her and blinked.
    “Should you be doing that?” I asked softly.
    “Private club sweetie.” She lit the end and sucked on it, the tip flaring bright orange.
    “You the one Trig brought in last night?” she asked, exhaling a plume of smoke in the direction of the ceiling.
    “Trig… Trig… Trig…” I repeated softly, searching my memory…
    “Yeah Trig, Trigger… Blonde haired pile of delicious muscle. You can’t miss him honey.”
    “Oh! You mean Ethan.” I blushed and she arched a dark eyebrow.
    “ Ethan? ” she asked, “Who the hell is that?”
    “I am . How you doing Chandra?” The small room was letting out and Ethan was one of the first out the door. His eyes locked onto me and I tried to look smaller, because I was rooted to the spot.
    “Trigger! Why’ s this bitch calling you Ethan Baby?” she asked. I recoiled at being called a bitch but kept my mouth shut.
    “Take it easy on her Chandra, she’s had a bad night.” Doc came out from around Ethan and went to Chandra and kissed her.
    “Ashton.” My name brought my eyes back around to Ethan.
    “ C’mere Sunshine.” He crooked a finger at me and I swallowed and shuffled forward to comply.
    “Dray and I want to talk to you.” He put a hand on my shoulder and I cringed out of habit. He dropped it to his side and indicated I should go into the room they had just been in. I went in and Ethan shut the door behind me. Dray sat at a large metal slab of a table , a booted foot on top of it. He looked positively stormy.
    “Sit down.” He shoved a chair out with a boot and I jumped at the sound it made scraping across the floor.
    “Damn it Dray go easy.” Ethan growled. I sank into the chair and licked my lower lip, the cut on it stinging faintly.
    “What’s your story P rincess?” Dray asked me.
    “I… I… I don’t have a story.” I whispered. Dray’s eyes narrowed.
    “Uh, yeah, you do.” He said.
    I fixed my eyes resolutely onto the scarred table top and thought to myself this was a funny set up for a chapel before the thud of Dray’s booted feet hit the floor. I near came out of my skin. My breath coming faster and faster as my anxiety ratcheted up yet another notch.
    “Who are you?” he asked after a moment of silence.
    “Ashton, Ashton Granger.” I whispered ashamed.
    “What were you doing out on the road?” he asked.
    “Accepting my husband’s correction, that’s what he calls it when I… overstep my bounds.” Which sounded a lot better than ‘when I misbehave’, still the sting of humiliation burned my eyes.
    “You want to go back to him?” he asked and I looked up sharply.
    “He’ll kill me ! This time for certain. Please don’t send me back there?” I couldn’t stop the pleading desperation from creeping into my voice.
    “Well what the fuck am I supposed to do with you!?” he demanded. He shot a look over my head at Ethan when I didn’t answer immediately.
    “I… I can cook, I can clean…” he slapped a hand onto the table top and I jumped.
    “Fuck man! You know the rules. Only club bitches and old ladies in the club house. Last