AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She met Loki and the Sinners and fit right in. Loki had no problem with her becoming my ol’ lady. As a matter of fact, it was his idea to tattoo her. I didn’t think for one second she would go for it, but she was excited to get it. She and I worked with the artist to design it, and it came out better than we both expected. The first time she wore her jeans, tank top, and vest that said Property of Lion on it, had her bent over the bike, getting her back blown out until she begged me to stop. All well, that ends well. Now, my brother…that’s another story altogether.
Bones
I throw the hand strengthener across the room, exploding as it hits the wall.
“That almost took my head out, you mean bastard!”
“Fuck you,”
“You wish, limp dick! And I’m billing you for that, and you’re going to replace it, too!”
“You know, when I said I needed a physical therapist, I didn’t know they would send the shrew of Louisiana,”
“Hmp, no one else would come! You ran everyone else away. I am your last hope, so I suggest you stop being a little spoiled bitch so you can get the use of your hand back,”
“A fucking whore is my last chance,”
“Damn sure is! I’m a good whore and a better therapist. If you think shaming me for working in a brothel is going to work, think again. I made damn good money working in that brothel, and it got me through school to become a highly sought-after physical therapist. So I suggest you get over your damn self and work with me. I promise I can get the full use of your hand back, Benjamin.”
“Bones! No one calls me Benjamin but my family,” I yell, and she rolls her eyes as she makes her way over to the table, opening her case.
“Now, are we working today, or are we still having a pity party?” she asks, taking out even more devices to torture me with. I walk over and sit at the table.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“You have a smart-ass mouth,”
“And you don’t have a smart anything. Let’s begin.”
This woman is the bane of my existence and the star of every wet dream I have had since she became my therapist. “Fine, Tabatha.”
“I told you to call me Lilly. Now let’s get started.”
