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“According to who?”

She sipped her coffee, and then shrugged. “SOA.”

“Your stupid biker show?”

“It’s not stupid. It’s informative.” She shuffled to the kitchen table and sat down. “Bikers don’t linger long. They’re free spirits. If you don’t give it up, he’ll find someone who will.”

I finished making my coffee, and then joined her at the table. Egging Jennifer on was one of my all-time favorite things to do.

“Maybe I’ll give him a blowie tonight.”

She gave me a long open-mouthed stare.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s your plan? A blowie?”

I nodded. “Maybe. If he’s lucky.”

She laughed hysterically. Upon catching her breath, she gave me a crazy-eyed look. “Are you in high school? Blow jobs are like an appetizer for a meal. They’re supposed to lead up to something better. They’re not the ‘main event’.”

“I guess that depends on who’s giving them.”

“I know how to suck a dick, believe me.” She scoffed. “And, I’ve never sucked one that didn’t lead to sex.”

“You’re abnormal.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I’m perfectly normal.”

“You’ve told me stories about having sex with ten different guys over the course of one summer.”

She shrugged dismissively. “So.”

“That’s not normal.”

“It was at my high school,” she said snidely. “Not everyone goes to a private school.”

“Attending a private school has nothing to do with it.”

She gazed down her nose at me. “Private schools lead girls to believe that blowjobs are a replacement for sex, and they’re not.”

I chuckled. “So, if I want to keep him around, I should ride his dick?”

She looked at me like I was insane. “I didn’t say that. You should ride his dick because riding dicks is much better than not riding dicks. If you don’t hop on it quick, he’ll ride off into the sunset, never to be seen again.”

I had no idea if she was right or wrong. Bikers, in general, were free-spirited. It didn’t mean Cash would be incapable of commitment. I feared if I had sex with him that I might not see him again.

“I’m too old to be screwing random guys,” I said. “I want a relationship.”

“He’s thirty, Kimberly. He’s not going to want to be in a relationship. A thirty-year-old man wants a twenty-year-old girl.”

I shook my head. “I don’t believe that.”

“I may be wrong.” She raised both brows. “Even if I am, he’s still a biker. He doesn’t want a relationship. He’ll fuck you, and then he’ll push you away. It’s what they do. You better get that dick while you can.”