In this sequel to 'Wanted For Pleasure' volume 1, Morgan and Chris deal with the fall out after Malcolm Jameson's demise.
Thinking their one and only obstacle is out of the way for good, Morgan dedicates her time to repairing her and Chris's rocky r...
"The negative side of the American Dream comes when people pursue success at any cost, which in turn destroys the vision and the dream."
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"Oh, oh, oh!" Morgan gets excited suddenly.
She unfastens her seatbelt and points out of the window.
"We're here - the farm!" She exclaims, telling me to pull into the driveway.
"Well, there's the artwork." I notice, eyeing the suggestive graffiti on these people's fence.
There were drawings of bombs and the Indian woman hanging or being burned alive. It's a damn shame.
I made a mental note of that little gas station so I can remember to get the place torn down and that woman and her sons institutionalized.
"That's unsettling." Morgan mutters aside.
"Hello? Can I help you?" The brown woman outside stops us to ask.
"No, can I help you?" Morgan offers, giggling.
The woman drops her bucket full of soap water and wipes the sweat from her forehead.
"Morgan?!" She laughs with disbelief.
Morgan jumps out of the truck to hug the woman.
She has a red dot between her eyebrows and her dark brown hair all in one long braid down her small back.
"What are you doing here?" I listen to their conversation.
"You know how you said you wanted to return the favor?" Morgan winces, looking back at me in the truck.
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"And this is where you'll be staying." Yara offers.
She leads the way further inside the rustic bedroom of the converted barn out back and lends a hand with Morgan's bags.
"I hope this is adequate enough." She says meekly.
I mean, it's a bit dated and country as hell, but I'm grateful. Shit, I'll take a free place to stay even if it's in some old barn.
"Yara, this is perfect. Thank you. Sorry for imposing like this." Morgan gives the woman a hug.
"Not imposing at all, we have the space and it's the least I can do. If I didn't get the kids anything to eat that day, I don't know what I would've done for the ride back. It's a four hour drive from the city, they would've been starving."
