Crazy Butte

2

I start washing the mugs that have been used in the past hour. The only ones still here is Vic, Griffin, and Slasher. George finally came out of the store room, where he had hidden when the crew came in. He always does, the coward.

I feel someone come up behind me, I turned to see Slasher. I smiled a little at him. I don't know a lot about him, but I know that I can trust him. Vic thinks the world of his sons. He isn't Slasher's birth father, but he's raised him since he was six days old. Slasher's dad died in a motorcycle wreck a month before Slasher was born. "Hey, want another beer?"

"No. We need to talk though. Lets go."

"Can I finish these mugs? I just need to rinse them."

"What does George do around here?"

"Eat, breath, drink, hide, play on his laptop. That's about it." I rinsed the last mug and put it on a tray. Slasher picked it up and carried it to the bar. "George, I'm headed out."

"What about those mugs?"

"Put them in the fridge."

"That's not my job!"

"Actually it is. You're the bar- tender. Do your job or find somewhere else to hide. My lady is done for the night."

George didn't say another word, just started putting the mugs in the fridge.

We went outside and to my car. "I'll follow you home."

"Ok. I need to stop at the store for some Cokes and cheese. Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes."

"Ok." He got on his Harley as I cranked my car after a second try.

Slasher waited on me outside the store then followed me home to the trailer house that Griffin bought me to pay for the house he burned. It's a simple two bedroom, bath and a half. But its mine. "Come on in and make yourself at home. Are you hungry?"

"A little. Whatcha got?" He asked as he wiped his feet on the mat.

"Chicken casserole. I just need to put it together and cook it. Probably about half an hour."

"Sounds good. Mom always brags about your cooking."

"I really like your parents." I start cooking as Slasher gets a beer from the fridge.

"Vic said that you keep beer for him and any of his friends who want one. How often do you have men over drinking beer?"

"Just your dad. Sometimes Griffin or you come with him." I turn to him so that he understands that I'm being totally honest with him. "I am not a very social person. I've only had one lover in my life. I'm not very experienced. Losing my baby almost killed me. So I stay to myself to keep from hurting that much again. I told you that I accept you. I will be faithful to you always. That's just the way I am."

"Good! I will only expect that. You can expect me to be faithful to you."

"Thank you."

"Come here." I went to him and he put me on his lap. He grabbed a handful of my hair and brought my lips to his. His kiss was full of promise to satisfy every erotic thought that I've ever had of him. His tongue is an expert at making me fantasize about where else I can feel the affects of the motion, right down to my core and straight to my toes. "Say my name."

"Asher!" His teeth bite into my neck. Then he kissed it as he ran his lips to my shoulder. Only then did I realize that he had pulled my shirt out of my pants. His hands found my breast.

"How did you know my given name?"

"I asked your mom."

"Good!" He replaced his right hand with his mouth. Licking, nibbling, and sucking on my breast. There was a beeping in my head. Weird, but ok. "Little bit, the timer is beeping."