Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,59

another favor?"

"Sure. What's up?" I had no idea what I was signing up for.

"Since I don't any of my things here, do you think we could go to a store? I just want to buy some underwear and maybe a hairbrush."

"Yeah, I was wondering what was going on with the mop on your head. I've got a hat if you want one. It might be too bad to be seen in public with you." I teased.

She picked up a dishtowel and tossed it in my direction. "You're cruel."

"I'm just glad I'm not a women."

After piling up a whole plate of pancakes, I led Cammie into the living room. "I have a dining room, but it's full of all my random shit. I usually eat while watching TV."

Cammie took the seat beside me on the couch. "Fine by me. I'm starving."

I ran back in the kitchen to fetch silverware, butter and syrup. When I came back I caught her shoving a dry pancake in her mouth. "I own utensils, Cam."

"Sorry, I couldn't wait. They smelled too good."

"How do they taste?" I asked while preparing mine with the fixings.

"They're awesome. Thanks for making them."

We ate in silence for a few minutes while I flipped to find something interesting on the television. After our plates were empty, I stood to gather hers and take it back to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to do that. I can wash the dishes since you cooked,” she suggested.

“You’re my guest. Besides, I have a dishwasher. Normally I don’t even put the dishes away. I just keep them inside of it. I wash them and reuse. I suppose some would call me lazy. I just skip the step of putting them somewhere else.”

“Are we leaving right after?”

“We can. Are you sure you don’t want to stop by the ranch?”

“I’m positive. I need to stay as far away as possible.”

“They’ll be at church. You could probably sneak in without anyone knowing.”

“No. My dad would expect me to do that. He’s probably waiting in my room cleaning his shotgun to freak me out. I’m not stepping foot on that property until I know he’s calmed down.”

“Okay. I’ll do whatever you want.” I knew when they discovered she was with me the shit would hit the fan.

“Do you regret keeping it a secret?”

“Hell no. I’m having a good time. I hope he stays mad for the next several days so I can have you all to myself.” I winked to add an extra bit of charm.

“I respect your honesty.”

“I’m glad. It’s all I have to offer.”

“I wish that’s all it was. It would make this a lot easier to avoid.”

“What are you trying to avoid, Cam? Are you admitting something could be happening between us?”

“I’m not admitting to anything.”

“Just say the word and I’ll rock your world, baby.”

She giggled and shook her head. “I bet you would.”

“I’m looking forward to when you give me free reign. As soon as it happens you might never want to walk away.”

Chapter 24

I put my own clothes back on to go out in public. After sticking my messy hair in a twisted bun, it didn't look like I'd just climbed out of bed. We went to a large shopping mall first. Wes followed me into a popular store and waited while I picked out two cheap outfits. I didn't want to take advantage of his generosity so I shopped on the clearance rack. ‎When it was time to shop for underwear, Wes took it upon himself to embarrass me. He came around with a bra and underwear set attached to his body. The associate was standing by me as he approached. "Do you think my boyfriend would be in to this? He's so particular about how my balls look in thongs."

I about fell on the flooring. Hunched over and losing my breath, he continued. "Maybe I should just stick to the boyfriend style so my boys don't have to get split apart. Does anyone else complain about it? I tried to wear them backwards, but I couldn't decide which side to let my dick sit."

Snot flew out of my nose as I continued to laugh uncontrollably.

The associate had to walk away. She was too flabbergasted to give him her opinion.

"Was it something I said?" He asked as if he'd done nothing wrong.

I handed him the pile of items I wanted to get, which didn't include thongs. He held them up again. "Are you sure you don't want these? I think they'd look hot on you."

"I'm