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Millie glared at Benny and her son. "Jesus indeed. I may not be Him, but you'll all be begging His help if you don't quiet it down some. The neighbors must have heard you bellering clear down to Moyock, Bull Donnelly."
"Hey, Mama." Boone leaned down. He gave her a dutiful peck on the cheek.
"Hey yourself." Her eyes softened. "Thanks for coming home, but we have everything well in hand."
Sweet-Bottom nearly giggled. She swung her head and her hair tickled Benny. She cupped him, stroking like it was a puppy. A trickle of sweat ran down Benny's chest. His knees wobbled. The puppy came out to play.
"Yeah, well, you always say that, Mama. You're too dammed soft-hearted."
"Now, mind your language. You aren't too old to be punished."
Boone grunted. He nodded and looked with suspicion on Benny's quivering face. "Mama, you got to stop taking in strays. A . . . man," he snarled, "Ain't the same as a puppy or a kitten." His gaze shot back to Benny. Glancing down at his kneeling sister he flushed. Shocked. Bull noted the punk wasn't encouraging her, either.
Millie cleared her throat. Bull shuddered.
"Benny is a friend. Of your father's as well as mine. Benny, are you all right?"
Benny's eye jerked open. He swallowed hard and shivered.
Millie gave him a quizzical look. "Are you feverish, Benny? You look rather flushed."
"I . . . Er, no. Ma'am." Loud and harsh, Benny hiccuped. "Uh . . . Geezis. Mm."
Millie stepped forward to check him. Boone thrust himself between them. "Hey, Ma, how about some breakfast? I bet they'd - he'd like some too. Right, kid?"
Terry Marie nipped him and Benny's head jerked forward with a low grunt.
"Huh. Yeah. Eat. Food."
Leaning around Boone, Millie eyed Benny. Boone moved to block her line of sight. Millie scowled. Boone blanched and forced a smile.
"I won't go into the introductions, I can see you've already met, but somehow I doubt you've gotten so far as exchanging names. Benny, this is Bull. We call him that because of his size, and, to tell the truth, because of those outlandish stories he liked to tell as a child."
"Now, Mama." Boone flushed. A smile crept over his face. Benny gasped and Boone said quickly, "Coffee. How about a cup, Mama? I'm desperate for a cup of your mud. Swear I am."
Frowning, Millie tried one last time to peer around Boone. Arms folded across his chest, he moved and smiled down at her. She threw him an I'll-speak-to-you-later sort of look and backed away from her now sweating son. Boone shivered.
Sweet-Bottom couldn't resist it. Rock hard buttocks fascinated her. Hands stroked, teased, and ran deep shivers and thrills in Benny. A trickle of sweat rolled down his spine. His eye grew clouded with the unspeakable need to remain perfectly still at a time every instinct shrieked for him to throw that evil woman on her back and have his way with her.
She kissed away a droplet of clear fluid and Benny clenched a howl behind smiling lips. He was dying. His heart could not take more of this. And he was going to take that harlot with him. Stab her to death just before her incredible bulk of a brother snapped his spine.
Sweet-Bottom uttered a faint whisper of a sigh. Kisses trailed down the insides of his legs, a warm tongue licked at the back of his knees. Every torture he used to drive Sweet-Bottom insane was being used to blow his mind.
"You boys fight nice, hear?"
Benny's eye snapped open. Millie? What the hell was Millie doing? What Sweet-Bottom did next caused Benny's knees to weaken dangerously and made her renew her assault on Benny's sanity with a fiendish glee. His smile grew lopsided and idiotic.
Millie peered around her son at Benny. Boone tried to block her way. She shoved a hard thumb in his side. He yelped and jerked away long enough for her to get a good picture of the state of Benny's face.
"My lord, Bull. Did you do that?" She clucked in sympathy. "You come down to the kitchen, Benny, and I'll dig out my war chest."
She turned away and Benny could take no more. His head shot back, eye shut tight, a sharp grunt escaped his teeth.
Boone clenched his fists.
Strident and hard, Millie's voice arose up the stairwell. "Terry Marie. Get down here. I think you and I have a little talking to do."
With a whimper, Hard-Ass Donnelly wrapped herself in the sheet and scurried to the bathroom.
Feeling lighter than air, Benny sank to the bed. Dragging on his clothes, Benny ask, "She ain't gonna beat us, is she?"
Boone threw him a cold look. Benny cocked an eye and continued to dress. He rose to face Boone with a cool
grin. Raising his fist, he pushed it at Boone. Showing his teeth, Boone took a step towards Benny. Millie's voice came through the open door.
Both men scurried down the stairs.
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