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Author's Note: Software Bugs This site is once again experiencing problems. I normally change the image with each new chapter. This feature isn't working. I have submitted the problem to the support at fanfiction dot com. I wrote it out to get around the software. Who knows when or if they will ever fix it.

This is a system wide problem. If you write, you have probably lost your avatar image and images off all or most of your stories. When you look at it from the writing side, it appears that the avatar and all the images for each story are there, but when you look at it from the reader's side, it's disappeared. Saving the image again or reloading it doesn't help.

Between the different names I write under I lost all the avatars and fourteen images for stories. The only two that continue to exist are for Little Toy Bikers and Taming Ava.

This site is so buggy and this is coming shortly after the chapter bug that falsely notified readers of new chapters being posted and because this site's software is truly special, it deleted a chapter or two from the ones that had been previously posted. Again this was a system wide problem.

I try to make this site better but I could use your voice too to let the support staff know about the bugs on this site. Also, it looks like most of the images from the mobile site have vanished.

There are lots more ads. They ought to use some of that money to hire competent support staff or add to existing staff or buy software that works. I need to learn how to use Tumblr or start posting on Wattpad.

Also if you write, the view and visitor stats are the same and that's impossible. This has been a problem since 9/28 and I've sent at least three support requests. I even gave the date when the problem began.

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Chapter 58 Naked and Afraid

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Jax had the bathroom door open in just a few seconds. The glass shower Ava peered through was clear from the beginnings of her cleavage up. The rest of the glass was pebbled and opaque screening her body from view.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Ava shouted furiously. She shut the shower off.

"Having a meaningful talk with my lovely wife," Jax said as he scooped up Ava's dress, bra, panties from a hook and all the towels from the towel rack next to the shower.

"I locked the door. That means privacy. Put everything back right now."

"Come out of the shower and get them," Jax said. He put the towels, her bra and her dress down next to where he was leaning against one of the double sinks in the marble vanity that stretched along one wall with a long mirror above it reflecting the shower and the large bathtub next to it. He was dangling her blush pink panties from his fingers as he looked at her in the shower.

"Get out of the bathroom and I'll get them," Ava said, her voice seething with anger.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jax asked.

He didn't get Ava's reluctance to show off her body. The crow-eaters weren't shy about taking off their clothes. Most Fridays ended with naked girls sometimes often playing pool for SAMCRO's viewing pleasure.

Most girls, even non-crow-eaters, wanted to show off what they had and, from the little he'd seen of Ava's body in her swimsuit; he wanted to see more. She definitely had a figure worth showing off. Hell, he was her husband. She was supposed to be naked for him.

"Leave my clothes and the towels and then get the hell out of here you mother fu . . ."

"Such language," Jax interrupted mocking her. "If you want your clothes and the towels, you're going to have to be a lot nicer than that."

'Please," Ava said losing an almost imperceptible amount of fury from her voice.

Ava knew that Jax was too strong for her to kill him without a weapon. She wondered what the gun laws were in Hawaii and if there was a waiting period. Her husband had had two attempts on his life. He needed protection so she got a gun as a surprise. She saw an intruder and shot him. She didn't know it was her husband. She wasn't used to being married. Jax would die in a tragic shooting. She wondered how friendly Hawaii was about accidental killings. Some states were easier to hide an "accidental" killing in than other states. If only she had her phone to check it out.

Ava made herself face reality as unpleasant as it was; killing Jax was a fantasy. A pleasurable fantasy, but that's all it would ever be. When it came down to it, he had made her hate him enough to kill him now, but she didn't have the guts to do it no matter how tolerantly Hawaii looked at "accidental" killings. She was OK with killing him; it was all the legal stuff that came afterwards that kept her from doing the world a favor and eliminating Jax Teller from it. She didn't think she could get away with it.

Ava was shy about her body because she'd faced attention from men when she'd turned twelve and her breasts developed. When she was fourteen, she had to walk past a construction site to get to school and construction workers would whistle at her and make comments. It made her feel bad about her body. She'd had enough of men brushing up against her to feel her breasts to last her a lifetime. She wasn't a piece of meat and thanks to her breast size, that's what she'd felt like since puberty.

No one had given her any guidance about sex, relationships or anything else. She'd watched her friends go from guy to guy sleeping around and decided using her beloved Hallmark movies as her romantic example might work better. She dressed modestly because she didn't want a guy to be with her because he liked the size of her chest or the way her body looked.

Her only departure from Hallmark movies was when it came to sex. She fell in love easily and out of love quickly. Occasionally she stayed in love long enough to get to sex because she didn't want to be with a guy who was bad in bed. She knew that movies and books oversold sex, so she didn't expect a romance novel caliber experience. She expected it to be at least a little bit good. So far, she'd been underwhelmed by sex. None of the handful of guys she'd been with was worth sticking with for sex especially when a sex toy provided more pleasure.

There were parts of sex that she didn't like beginning with being naked. At least it was dark when she had sex and there were sheets. The thought of letting Jax see her naked under the terrible fluorescent lights made her want to throw up. Jax was such a bastard. The way he would look at her made her skin crawl. It would be far worse than construction workers at fourteen.

How the hell was she going to get the towels or her clothes or something to cover up with? What would her father advise her to do? He wouldn't tell her a damned thing. He never was a parent to her but she did remember all the cases he would bore her with whenever they had dinner. Her father would advise a client to negotiate. What did she have that he might want? OK. This wasn't helpful.

"What do you want?" Ava asked. She decided to give it a shot. Maybe he would be reasonable.

"Sex."

"Hell no."

"Not just no, but hell no," Jax said chuckling. "OK. I'll settle for seeing you naked."

"That isn't a negotiation," Ava protested.

"You want to negotiate? OK. How's this. I've got a lot of saltwater in my hair and on my body. I really need a shower. You either come out of the shower or I'll strip and come in."

"You wouldn't," Ava said with a little hope and a lot more fear. She didn't think things could get worse and the son of a bitch found a way to make it much worse.

"Do I seem like the shy type to you?" Jax asked cocking an amused eyebrow at her.

"Come on, Jax, please be nice," Ava said sweetly. Being a bitch hadn't worked. She would try a new approach.

"Let me explain something that you're going to need to know about outlaw bikers and me. If someone does something, you retaliate. Always harder. Consider this payback for your little chat with Paul."

Son of a bitch, Ava thought. How the hell was she going to get out of this? Was there any chance he might give her a break?

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Can Ava come up with a way to outsmart Jax, convince him to leave the bathroom or will she just have to let him see her naked?