BIKER NANNY

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💄 VERITY 💄

Since the sit down with dad, I've seen Rush more than my own face. At home. In public. On the road, even. The patch-holders have taken turns attempting to "save" me. However the attempts stopped after dad had a word with one of them. Rush has become an itch that you can't reach, without help. It's like he thinks his purpose is to invade my space to ask me out. Once I say no, he silently lingers over me, as if that would change my mind. Yet his incessant presence and voice is slowly grinding away my sanity. That I'm torn between saying yes and killing the son of a bitch. Since neither are in my favor I'm desperate to blow off steam. Yet nothing is coming to mind. Possibly because my sanity is too far over the precipice.

<ME>
fun suggestions
or I'm gonna lose
my shit!
10:15

<GIN>
spa day?
10:18

<ME>
pass
need to let
the aggression
out
10:20

<GIN>
gotcha
shooting range?
10:22

<ME>
I don't wanna
be supervised
by my jailers
10:23

<GIN>
Ok
umm bowling?
10:25

<ME>
sold
let me run
it by my
warden
10:26

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<ME>
G & I
wanna bowl
10:27

<WARDEN>
go ahead
10:30

<ME>
without your
guard dogs
10:31

<WARDEN>
fine
but at least
take a prospect
10:34

<ME>
deal
10:35

<ME>
pack your
shoes
10:36

<GIN>
no catch
at all?
10:37

<ME>
we have to
take a prospect
10:38

<ME>
k
let's take
D hehe
10:39

<ME>
whhhy
he's got a
crush on me
10:40

<GIN>
exactly
he'll loosen
our leashes
10:42

<ME>
fine
10:43

"Huumm, what to wear?" I picked a pair of jeans, a tank, and my leather jacket with our gang's patch. I slipped on my boots and stashed my bowling shoes in my back-pack. I left the housing quarters and headed for the kitchen. As most of the pros will be in the kitchen cooking or cleaning, etcetera. I entered the kitchen and saw D scrubbing the island.