It’s about keeping dicks clean and information private. Also, if a girl gets pregnant, the club knows the kid doesn’t belong to a dumb fuck local. It’ll belong to the club.”
Mimicking Topanga’s move, I lean over and whisper, “Like Sidonie and Summer?”
“Yeah, but they’ve learned from those mistakes. The old ladies keep an eye out for the kids now. Summer’s mom had a sweet setup for a while. She didn’t have to work, living expenses were taken care of, no worries about anything. But she was a shithead, fucked up from her family, no doubt. She didn’t want Summer, got restless with the quiet life. She couldn’t go to the clubhouse and party. Bronco didn’t want her fucking other guys when she should be home with his kid.”
Topanga stands up and drags her chair closer. Once she stretches out again, she whispers, “But he didn’t make sure she was doing right by his kid. I was around when that shit went down, and Bronco was pissed. Like he wanted to string up Kimberlee for everyone to see as a warning. But you know, he didn’t. He’s got a temper, but he isn’t nuts. Now, if a girl turns up pregnant, which doesn’t happen often, the old ladies take over. We make sure the girl goes to her doctor's appointments. We also get a feel for if she wants to be a mom. None of that shit like with Kimberlee. That’s why Sidonie went straight home with Bronco from the hospital. They did a baby daddy test, and the kid was his. Bam, he took over.”
“Are all the bunnies like Sidonie’s and Summer’s moms?”
“You mean, fucked up? Probably. It takes a special kind of woman to want that much cock in her life. I couldn’t do it. I’d start having nightmares about cocks chasing me down alleys. But some bunnies are smart as in they can do math and identify the state capital,” she says and starts laughing. “But I wouldn’t expect most of them to be able to pass a third-grade proficiency test. These are not girls that grew up with parents that showed up to teacher-parent meetings or got them into bed at a reasonable time.”
“Do you feel sorry for them?”
“I don’t feel sorry for anyone. I just act like I do, so people will think I’m nice.”
Despite laughing at her sincere expression, I feel overwhelmed. “I don’t want Bronco fucking anyone else.”
“I know, and he might not,” she says, giving my hand a pat. “He’s fucked so many women all these years. After a while, that shit must get boring. Then again, maybe not. I don’t have a dick. It might be different for them. I just know that I assume Lowell gets serviced on occasion, but he only has one wife. It’s not as if he’ll leave me for a bunny. He could have knocked up anyone if he wanted a kid. Lowell built me a house, and he made a kid with me. That’s commitment. What he does with those bunnies is not much different from what he does in the bathroom before he plans to kill someone. Just rubbing one out. I offer to do it for him, but Lowell gets real mad at his dick before violence. It’s weird.”
“I haven’t seen Bronco doing that yet.”
Topanga’s big lips curve into a naughty smile. “No, Lowell didn’t rub one out in front of me during our first year together. We kept the bathroom door shut too. Real polite back then. Eventually, I pushed out his giant-headed kid. After he saw that horror show, we didn’t need to be so uppity anymore.”
I try to imagine a future when I’ll be comfortable using the bathroom in front of Bronco. Um, no. I would be happiest if we always keep the door shut. I might have danced naked for men, but I’m not taking a dump in front of one of them.
“Oh, and you’ll need to prepare for the Wild Turkey attack,” Topanga says after finishing her beer. “It’s a tradition for new old ladies to get chased down by the bunnies who throw water balloons filled with Wild Turkey whiskey.”
“What’s the point of that?” I ask as my heart races.
“Like most things, it goes back to Barbie and Bambi and their legendary tempers. When Kellie Dee got official with Hoagie, the sisters weren’t happy. They didn’t want her part of the old lady club, you know? She sucks and all that. So they wanted to haze her. Bronco