CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

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Donna looks carefully over the outfit I've set on the bed before nodding, "Just enough to make him question his resolve, till you turn around then it'll completely evaporate."

I giggle as I tuck the skirt, top and shoes into a bag with my on-the-run makeup bag and my shoes. "Exactly right then."

We lock the house behind us and I stop on the doorstep for a second, just taking in my surroundings and the still semi-surreal feeling that occasionally comes over me. Donna stops at the bottom of the steps and looks up, "You okay?"

Shaking my head to dispel the thoughts of New York and Maine that have crept in I nod and smile, "Sure am, just need a drink. All this planning on spending money is hard work."

Donna laughs, "Sure it is Miss Moneybags."

We hoist ourselves back into my truck and settle in the seats, "Gotta buy a lower car, this stepping up is doing great things for my calves and ass, but it's really getting annoying."

"Have you heard from the insurance company yet?" Donna asks as I back out of the drive.

"Nope, Monday hopefully. If not I'll start chasing."

"The kids start playgroup Monday." Donna says softly and I glance over at her.

"Oh, D, they'll be fine. They have each other and they're great kids. Both of them will make friends no problems."

Donna smiles at me but it seems a little forced, "I know, I'm worried about the other parents thoughts of me, isn't that ridiculous. My babies are starting playgroup and I'm more worried what the mothers and fathers are going to think of the SAMCRO connection I have."

I shrug, "Sometimes we hide our own fears behind ones we think are more rational. I know that you're worried about the kids; Kenny will protect Ellie from everything if she has trouble adjusting. And you know Ellie won't let Kenny be to over the top."

Donna's face relaxes and the smile becomes a bit more genuine. "And that's why you're my best friend."

"And here I was thinking you just liked me for my cooking." I say, poking my tongue out at her as I stop outside the garage and pop my fuel flap. "May as well fill the tank while I'm here." I mutter, opening the door and jumping down.

$60 later I have a full tank of gas and a cigarettes for both Opie and Jax, tossing Opie's smokes to Donna I tuck Jax's in the centre console of the car. "He said he didn't need any, but I bet he'll run out."

Donna nods, "Probably. I'm sure they smoke twice as many in the weekend as they do during the week."

I can't help the giggle that comes out and I know I sound snobby when I reply, "Maybe it's them trying to get rid of the smell of used pussy from their noses."

"Sarah!" Donna exclaims, sounding horrified, before a laugh bubbles its way out of her mouth. "You're probably right there too."

I nod and slow for one of the few lights in town and wait as the cross traffic flows. A couple of toots from behind me have both Donna and I peering in the wing mirrors but unable to see anything, flicking my eyes to the rear vision mirror I grin at the site of Juice and Al reflected in the tiny rectangle.

Donna twists in her seat and waves out the back window as the light turns green and Juice accelerates around us taking off down the street.

When we pull into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow a few minutes later Al bounces across the lot calling, "Did you stop to watch the grass grow?"

Fixing a glare on my face I turn to her, "Smart ass. Some clown on a bike passed us at a set of lights." I feel the glare falling and smile brightly, "How have you been? It feels like ages since I saw you."

"That's cause it is you snob!" She answers planting herself between me and Donna as the three of us walk inside, completely ignoring the hostile looks that Al and I are still getting from the sweet butts and crow eaters.

"But, we all understand why you had to have time to yourself." Donna fills in nudging me into Al's side.

"Yep, but now you're back you're not going anywhere, otherwise I might have to cease and desist all ink insertion." Al says as she shoves the door to the clubrooms open.

"No!" I shout, wrapping my arms around her, "Anything but that! I'll swear undying loyalty to you, I'll wash your feet, I'll paint your nails, and I'll do your washing...well no, I won't do that!"

Al giggles as Jax and Juice toss curious looks at the pair of us, "We're fine. Just putting a stop to inhumane threats." I tell them as they continue to Chapel where we can see the rest of the club gathered around the table. The door swings closed behind them and Donna grabs my hand, pulling me down the hall to Opie's room and slamming the door behind us.

Donna flops backwards on the bed, the bag of clothes landing on the floor next to it and lays there for a couple of silent seconds before pulling her head off the pillow and glancing at the clock. "So it's almost 6 now, they'll be in church for 30 minutes probably, Opie said things have been quiet lately. Dinner will be cooking by 7 so I think if we head out there at 715?"

I shrug with a single shoulder, "Don't know I'm willing to go with whatever."

Donna grins as she sits up, "Right then, do you want a shower?"

I stop to think about it, I did have a very quick shower at Jax's but didn't wash my hair and running a hand over the ends I can feel it needs it so I nod.

"Well you go first, gives you longer for your hair to dry." Donna says flopping back on the bed.

I nod and collect a couple of towels from the pile that Donna grabbed as we were coming through the clubhouse. "Play nice. And no stories about me!" I say to Donna and Al as I close the bathroom door behind me, the handle has barely clicked back up when I hear them both giggle and I shake my head, knowing I'll be the topic of conversation while I'm out of the room.

Turning on Opie's shower I pick through the shampoo's on the shelf before finding the one that is obviously Donna's, after all there's no way a man would use a shampoo 'imbued with the scent of vanilla and wild flowers' well, some men might but there is no way a Son would use such a shampoo.

After my much more relaxed shower I wrap my hair in a towel and another one round my body before opening the door to the giggling pair seated on the bed.

Al turns to me and laughs without saying a word which makes me look at Donna and raise an eyebrow. "What did you tell her?"

"Cheer-leading try-outs in 9th grade." Donna mumbles around her giggles.

I step around the bed and pick up my bag of clothes, "So they didn't appreciate the cheer you and I wrote D. No need to still be bitter about it, it was 8 years ago."

Al explodes into another gale of laughter as the pillow Donna was holding comes flying across the room. "Bitter, I'm not bitter. I think it was great. We managed to collectively insult the entire cheer squad while rhyming."

I can't help the laugh that escapes, the 10 line 'cheer' we'd written did nothing but insult the cheer-leaders intelligence and morals in such a way that almost none of them got it.

Ducking back into the bathroom with my bag of clothes I take a few minutes to get dressed before coming back out. Al looks over and grins, "Someone's going hunting?"

I laugh again, "Not really."

The incredulous look that I get from Al is enough to make me bite my cheek not to laugh but the snort that comes from Donna as she collects clothes from the draws makes me grin, "Okay, so maybe I am."

"Back in 20." Donna says as she closes the bathroom door.