" Yeah? Don't you have to have a chef?" And employees. And a kitchen. And vans. And and and..."That's, that's covered actually," He mumbled, "Shit! I ...et a few--I met a girl." Good, and you want to show off for her and can't as a dishwasher, so you figured you'd tank a business while pretending?" No! Jesus Meghan!" He was legitimately hurt. I didn't like it but this isn't where I could afford to pull punches. Matthew needed the truth."What? Don't yell at me," I hissed defensively, "You've got a. She moaned my name and leaned back, pushing me deep into her. I sat up, my mouth and hand moving back to her nipples, my other hand moving around to her ass, my finger sliding between her firm butt cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me. From our new position we could see the two women through my car windows, still talking. We both watched them, Stacy with her face turned toward them, me out of the corner of my eye, still sucking and licking her nipple. I started to slide my finger up and down. The twowomen wandered through the store gathering the things thatCharlotte would need. Rachel grabbed a carton of baby wipesand other necessities that she thought she might require, abig tote bag, and led her to the women's clothing sectionwhere they picked up several pairs of shorts, shirts,jeans, and a couple of flowered print dresses thatCharlotte had liked.The shoe racks brought back memories to where Rachel hadbeen tied and raped as it looked just like the ones at theTuscaloosa Wal-Mart.. .”He laughed some more, and shook his head. I wondered what he really thought of me. I know what I look like, but I wondered what he thought. He’s my kid, and I’d like to think he respects me ... a smidgen.“Anyway,” I said, “Kirsten doesn’t need to know about it. She wouldn’t understand. And I’m sure you’ll keep your big mouth shut, since you love your sister.”“Yeah, yeah...” he said. He laughed. “What’s in it for me?”“Nothing, you little bastard,” I said, laughing. “Just not getting your ass.