A/N Well, well, well what do we have here kids? I'll tell you what we have, we chapter 31 of a one shot story I did FOREVER ago. The story has morphed into different things over the chapters but for me the essence is still the same, fun, good times and serious lovin' for Bethyl. I know this chappie has been a long time coming and I appreciate your patience. I'm also aware of the fact it is not Wednesday but I thought we'd all just pretend. I post one of my WIPs on Wednesday and I didn't want my babies to be jealous of each other.

I did start with a little prompt and I'll tell you about that in the closing A/N. xo

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Psst, over here, yeah it's me. Ya do remember me don't ya? Shit I know it's been a while but I's hopin' I wasn't that easy ta forget. Now I'm feelin' a little down.

Well fine then, I'll cry about that shit later. For now I'll just go on about my business n do what I's gonna do all along anyway. That's right kids, I'ma take my sad ass right on down ta the Mad Dawg Tavern. They got sumthin' there that'll ease my hurt n my pain. There's a couple a good ol boys there an just lookin' at them fellas boosts my spirits right up.

Cuz I know ya know, even if ya don't remember me, surely y'all remember what it is we do on Wednesday nights. If ya don't then maybe ya best move along, ya done come ta the wrong place or maybe it's that ya already had too many adult beverages.

Me? Oh yeah ya know it boys n girls. Why I'll be proceedin' ta sit right up there on my favorite barstool watchin' three a my favorite things in the whole fuckin' world. A course there's Barkeep, ya know how I adore watchin' that man bein' all professional an whatnot. He'll be keepin' them frosty ones just a comin'. Well a course that's providin' you're well behaved an ya got the jingle in your pocket ta pay for them frosty ones. If ya fuck up with either a them things he'll be callin' your woman ta come after ya. Ain't no man alive wants that kind a grief.

But beyond watchin' a professional who takes his profession ta new heights, I'll be watchin' Young Dixon an Older Dixon. I know I ain't gotta tell ya I'll be payin' special attention ta them arms on those hunk-a-licious brothers. It's a thing a beauty I tell ya, the way them muscles work ta lift the brown bottle ta their beautiful lips is a glorious sight.

Can I get a Hallelujah? Can I get an Amen?!

Now kids, just in case your memory is failin' ya I'm here ta remind ya. The smell, be prepared. I don't know when it was that the joint had its last good cleanin', or even mediocre cleanin', or any kind a cleanin' whatsoever. I think maybe Truman was president. Coulda been Roosevelt though. All I know is you an me was not only not born yet, we wasn't even a twinkle in our Daddy's eyes yet. Hell, now that I think about it, maybe our Daddies wasn't even born yet. Sheesh, it's been a while.

But I digress.

So anyway like I was gettin' at, the joint stinks like ya left the limburger cheese an the pickled eggs out all night. Then for some reason known only ta you, ya decided ta gut a camel on the back bar, which a course made a couple a them lowlifes puke, the result of which only added ta the special aroma.

Anyhow, do yourself a favor, don't even think about usin' the can, you're better off just holdin' it in an gettin' a bladder infection. Or better yet, just sneak around the back a the buildin' an do your thing – over behind the warehouse next door. Not Merle's plumbin' business, he'll kill ya. The other warehouse. Fuck kids, do I gotta explain everythin' to ya? Sometimes y'all are like a buncha gotdam kindergartners.

Now y'all remember how ta get there right? Oh c'mon, it's time ya just give up the dumb act okay? I know ya been there before, sheesh, I seen ya there more'n once. You was takin' in the sight a them Dixon boys. Don't even try n deny it. Not that I blame ya. Just be sure an keep your mitts offa them brothers. Otherwise Sweet Baby an Cindy will be hangin' your ass out ta dry.

Oh yeah, so anyway, it's over there in that industrial park, not the new one, the old one over there in the seedier part a town. You'll know the minute ya walk in if you're in the right place cuz you'll smell it, then you'll take in the sight a the patrons, the most worthless buncha lowlifes, miscreants, no-accounts and generally worthless fellas God ever made. They're a real lovable bunch ain't they? Cuddly an whatnot.

Hurry it along now, time's a wastin'!


I's there just awaitin', sippin' real dainty-like from my brown bottle, on accounta I'm a lady an whatnot, when in walks Young Dixon.

I'm concerned for the boy right away, he looks a little too happy. Sumthin' is definitely wrong.

Don't ya know by the time he glides that fine ass a his on over ta his usual spot barkeep, bein' a professional an all, has a frosty one sittin' on the bar waitin' for our man . My heartrate had already risen ta new heights.

So anyway, I watched those perfect lips meet the lip of the brown bottle and I had ta fan myself. Then the heat got turned up even higher cuz Older Dixon come struttin' on in like he was gotdam Wyatt Earp or sumthin'. Barkeep had no sooner set that frosty one down than our man Merle held it up to his lips n promptly guzzled down half of it in one swallow. He's a real man, I tell ya what.

So then he's gotta right away start in on agitatin' the situation, which I can't lie is one a the reasons I'm here. I get all warm an fuzzy when them Dixon boys get ta givin' each other shit. I just can't seem ta help myself. Don't judge boys n girls, it ain't nice.

So where was I? Oh yeah so Older Dixon, bein' the big ol' lovable instigator that he is, claps Young Dixon real hard on the back an he asks him, "What's got ya lookin' all manner a happy baby brother? Did little ballbuster let ya get them nads back outta her jewelry box?" Then he went right ta cacklin', y'all know how he does. That big ol' dumbass. Damn I love that man. But ya knew that.

Young Dixon he give his big brother the side eye, the hairy eyeball side eye, as he growled out, "Fuck you Merle." Again I am forced ta be honest with ya kids. When that man growls that way well it kinda makes my toes curl right up. Don't ya go tellin' my man I said so neither. Ya best be rememberin' I got a little dirt on you too.

Now where was I, oh yeah. So any way Young Dixon says, "I don't like the way ya talk about my Sweet Baby so I ain't gonna tell ya bout the party I's s'posed ta invite ya too. I'm just gonna tell folks you was gonna be busy that night rinsin' out your panties."

Doncha ya know that right there got the attention a every lowlife, miscreant, no-account asswipe in the Mad Dawg Tavern, includin' yours truly. We was ready, brown bottles poised. Me? Well ya gotta know, I's hopin', prayin' really, that things would escalate. Okay, so I'm a terrible person, I admit it, but watchin' them Dixon boys throwin' blows is a sight that'll keep ya feelin' like lovin' up on someone for weeks after. It's just that good.

Now as far as all those men waitin' with their brown bottles, I think they was just wishin' they could be like them brothers, just that tough, just that ornery, just that perfect.

But yet again, I digress, ain't my fault, them boys are distractin'.

Merle he's turned pissy, "Fuck you little brother I'll kick your ass right here an right now. I want my invitation ta the party, now ya give it up."

Everyone hurried ta take a big pull from their brown bottle. This was gettin' good.

"Oh yeah ya sumbitch? I ain't tellin ya one damn thing. Suffer."

And we all took another pull, wonderin' just how much sufferin' Older Dixon would do before all hell broke loose.

I's happy as a pig in shit, barkeep was settin' down brown bottles faster than you can say, "I wish I was in Dixie."

Every lowlife, miscreant, no-account, shithead and general sumbitch in the joint hurried to take one more swallow, after all, these were fresh ones.

Then sumthin' happened that in a million, billion, gazillion, trillion years times ten you'da never thought, Young Dixon went ta laughin', I ain't kiddin' he was cacklin' an knee slappin'. Which was contagious as all fuckin' get out an Older Dixon he commenced ta doin' the same. Me an Barkeep we just looked at each other an shrugged. What the hell else was there for us ta do?

"A'ight I'm only gonna tell ya cuz I like Big Ballbuster an I can't wait ta see how she dresses up for this little shindig."

Why Merle's ears were perked, shit everyone's ears were perked, "Will ya spit it the fuck out 'fore I squeeze it outta ya."

Daryl got pissy then, "Ya wanna fuckin' hear it or not?"

"Ain't that what I'm gettin' at?"

"Fuck you Merle."

"Well I hope ta gawd someone does an soon." That's right, that's when I almost did a spit take a what I had just took in from my brown bottle. And them Dixon Brother's went ta cacklin' just like the redneck dumbasses that they are. Brothers ya know.

FINALLY boys and girls, FINALLY we all got to listen in an hear what the fuckin' invitation was all about.

"Doc Carol and Axel are throwin' a big party at Hard Times, ain't this comin' Saturday, it's the Saturday after."

"I'm always ready ta party at Hard Times. Not that I give two shits, but what we celebratin'?"

"We are celebratin' the anniversary a them not gettin' married."

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He walked in the front door an there was little ol' D.J. playin' on some kinda video game doohickey there in his hands. Daryl resented the hell outta that shit right there. That wasn't playin' at all as far as he's concerned. He missed playin' trucks, now that was playin'. And the dumbass show that was on the TV didn't set well with him either. Sumthin' about mutant teenagers n turtles. He'd rather watch them dumbass Wonder Pets or Team Umizumi than nasty lookin' teenagers.

"Hey Little Man, Daddy's home, ain't that excitin'?"

"Hey Daddy." Daryl could see by the way the kids' eyes never left the screen he wasn't all that excited ta see Daddy.

He didn't have time ta think about no hurt feelin's though cuz he could see her there in the kitchen. She was standin' there at the stove cookin' him up sumthin' real delicious, he was sure a that. But right now he didn't give a fuck if it was delicious or not. All he cared about was she was wearin' the tiniest pair a shorts he'd ever seen, so tiny her sweet little cheeks was kinda hangin' out the back of 'em there an all. That little t-shirt wasn't providin' much coverage either. It was tighter than a gnat's ass stretched across a rain barrel an cropped up there right under her sweet little titties.

Yeah, he was thinkin' D.J. needed ta go ta bed right now an so did he an D.J.s Mama.

He walked in the kitchen an got up real close behind her an all, then he slid an open palm up the inside a her thigh real slow n easy, an right on over ta paradise. He couldn't help himself, it wasn't his fault, it was the fault a them teeny tiny shorts an all, he had ta do it. He slipped a finger, maybe two, up inside them little shorts, explorin' what he found there. He was further encouraged by the fact she seemed ta backup right into him, an he knew what that moan meant too.

He sucked on her neck an nibbled around there a bit, then he whispered in her ear, "The fuck's goin' on Sweet Baby? How come ya ain't wearin' no skivvies?"

She dropped the spoon in the pot an turned 'round there in his arms an she wasted no time at all makin' a grab for the Bad Boy. "Oh Big Man all I've been able to think about all day is makin' it with you."

Well now Daryl he don't need much encouragement anyway, not when it comes ta Sweet Baby. So now he's thinkin' he might need ta lay her down right there in the kitchen an take care a what they was both needin', real bad. Husbandly duties an whatnot.

Her hand was there on his nethers whilst his fingers were all up in her nethers, an his other hand somehow, of its own free will, had found its way up inside a that tiny little t-shirt an right onto one a them sweet little titties, an they was havin' themselves a real fine time right there in the kitchen.

That's when D.J. come a wanderin' in sayin', "I'n hungry Mama, pease." You never saw two people in the history a cleanin' up their act an tryin' ta look innocent, clean up their act an try an look innocent as fast as Big Man and Sweet Baby did.

Sweet Baby she tried real hard to sound like a sweet an lovin' Mommy, ya know, instead of a hot an horny housewife, an she said, "Just two minutes Sweetheart, it's almost ready."

All Daddy could think was, well fuck I's already ready.

They sat down there at the kitchen table an Daddy an D.J. they was enjoyin' the beejesus outta big ol' bowls a elk stew an homemade buttermilk biscuits with sweet butter, while Sweet Baby was tacklin' a bowl a leafs. But Big Man an Sweet Baby was not able ta keep their eyes off one another an I swear they was squirmin' in their seats.

Daryl damn near forgot ta tell her the big news. "Hey Sweet Baby ya need ta see if Gramma an Grandpa can watch D.J. a week from Saturday. Doc Carol n Axel is throwin' some or other kinda anniversary party down at Hard Times."

"Oh goodie I can show off my new dancing skills. I was going to wait and show you later, but I'll tell you a little about it. Cindy invited me to take dance classes with her and we had our first lesson just today."

"Well Sweet Baby I thought you was already the hottest little dancer in town, why the hell would ya need lessons?"

"Well this is different Daryl, its exotic dancing, belly dancing to be exact. It might be what made me, ummm, anxious for bed tonight."

Lord a'mighty. Big Man was real interested in seein' just what all Sweet Baby mighta learned at these here lessons. He was startin' ta think his jeans musta shrunk in the washer. Hell this will really throw ya for a loop, he even asked Sweet Baby if he could help her with the dishes, just to ya know, kinda rush bedtime along.

She just smiled all coy like, "Now Big Man we'd never get a dish done. Why don't you take that video game away from D.J and you boys play with the trucks."

"Okay Sweet Baby but just give them dishes a quick rinse K? They ain't that dirty."

Finally she was done an she come in the livin' room there an said, "D.J. it's time for your bath sweetie." She did not even have ta ask Big Man, yep, that's just how serious this was. "I'ma take my shower too Sweet Baby, I gotta be smellin' good." And the man himself, Daryl Dixon, actually winked at Sweet Baby. I'm here ta tell ya it was some romantically serious shit goin' on, world class lustin' an whatnot.

He took even a faster shower than usual, but he did get all his important parts cleaned, bein' careful not ta dwell too long on any particular parts, cuz yeah, things was serious.

For the first time ever he was not all that interested in story time, he just could not make himself concentrate on "Aliens in Underpants Save the World." Not when all he was thinkin' about was her lack a underpants.

Anyway thank you to the powers that be, D.J. conked out halfway through the adventure. Sweet Baby had that book back on the shelf an they were outta that room an in their room with that door shut n locked faster'n you can say, "HOT."

He had them sleep pants off an tossed in the corner an his bare ass sittin' on the edge a the bed, "C'mon Sweet Baby, show me what all ya learned today." I think he drooled right then.

You know Sweet Baby she's a real good wife an she don't mind showin' her husband a good time, not one tiny bit she don't. She went right into action. Them hips was a rotatin' around some, an I am not one ta judge, ya know I'm not, but I'm just sayin', just so ya know, the way she started dancin' there well it was a whole lot more like a stripper's moves than belly dancin' (not that I know one fuckin' thing about strippin'. Don't ask.)

So now Daryl musta been thinkin' like I's thinkin' cuz he said, "Do it Sweet Baby, take it off." Ah don't ya know boys n girls, she slid them hands real slow n sexy along her hips an across her little bare belly, she flashed him a tittie, then she flashed him another tittie an then that shirt was off an she had perfect aim, don't ya know she tossed it right on the lampshade.

Big Man didn't have time ta notice, his eyes was on the prize. "Keep goin' Sweet Baby, ya stop that grinnin' an ya drop that linen." But ya know, as sweet as Sweet Baby is, she was feelin' extra naughty an in the mood ta make Big Man suffer just a little. An anyway, it was a kind a sweet an delicious sort a sufferin'.

She popped the button on them shorts while she kinda twerked around in a little circle there, runnin' her hands along her hips 'til her tight little ass was facin' him. She spread her feet apart, oh a foot or so, then bent straight down at the waist, lookin' right at him through those spread legs, then go ta hell if she didn't slide her own open palms up the inside a her legs, from her ankles clear on up ta paradise, an she done it real, real, real slow.

That was it for Big Man, he could take no more of the torture. He come justa flyin' offa that bed an he scooped her right up an he laid her on that bed an he pulled them damn shorts offa her his own self. Faster'n you can say "Horny."

They was both about ta melt from the heat they was generatin'. They was rollin' all over on that bed an they was a lickin', an a pinchin', an a suckin' an takin' some pretty good nibbles. Her dainty little hand was plenty strong an it had a good hold on his nethers, an his fingers had found a hot n wet place where they was made ta feel welcome; I mean if ya was just judgin' by the moanin' comin' from Sweet Baby an the way she was playin' with her husband's personal parts – ya know - all the main ones.

They can't seem ta learn them Young Dixons, they was just so busy gettin' all up in each other's personal regions, an they was just a rollin' around an all an damn if they didn't roll right offa that bed. He managed ta flip himself around so he took the brunt a the impact, but still he felt obliged ta see ta Sweet Baby's well bein', on accounta he's the world's most lovin' husband an all. So he started down there at her toes an he commenced ta kissin' an lickin' on her as he slowly moved on up her legs, makin' sure whatever mighta got hurt he kissed it better.

Well anyways that's how it went til his mouth landed on paradise. He had ta linger there a while just ta make sure it was properly cared for. All this lovin' care and devotion on Big Man's part caused Sweet Baby ta reach Nirvana with a squeal. He was pretty sure she was healed up then, but just ta be positive, cuz ya know how Big Man is real nurturin' an thorough an all, he lingered there til it happened again, just ta be extra sure.

Sweet Baby she so appreciated his lovin' an carin' ways she thought it best that she should care for his nethers in the same lovin' way. She headed to his southern region and he had no objection, who doesn't want to be well cared for? Anyway, but he soon had ta stop her, cuz Big Man likes ta be in paradise when the moment comes – ya know – ta come.

"Ya best get on top Sweet Baby, I don't want that sweet little ass gettin' no rug burns." She climbed right up there on her favorite spot in the whole world, slidin' what she found there right inta paradise. Don't ya know that caused Big Man ta let out a big growl as he went ta pinchin' them pretty little nipples, whilst she was gyratin' her stripper hips around. By golly if she didn't reach Nirvana for the third time that evenin', an then Big Man he decided to go right along there with her.

They was both exhausted an breathin' hard an she just lay there right on top a him. His voice was all manner a raspy when he told her, "Love ya so much Sweet Baby." An Sweet Baby her voice was on the rough side it's own self when she answered back, "I love you so much Big Man." They're a lovin' pair I tell ya what. An neither moved til that alarm went off the next mornin'.

After enjoying a breakfast fit for a king, Big Man went ta work with the delicious lunch she had packed him an a big ass smile on his face.

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The Saturday after Saturday come around an Grandma and Grandpa Greene they showed up there at the residence of the Young Dixon's, oh right about three o'clock. It's hard ta say whose smile was bigger, Little Ol D.J.'s or Grandpa Greene's. Cuz don't ya know, they both knew Grandma was gonna let 'em have a big ol bowl a vanilla ice cream after supper. YeeHaw!

Big Man and Sweet Baby was headin' on over ta that fancy hotel, ya know the one where they always stay when they go ta Hard Times. The joint had started ta charge Daryl a damage deposit on accounta how he an Sweet Baby tended ta get all rambunctious an break shit an whatnot. Big Man he didn't mind, there wasn't nuthin' he liked doin' more'n he liked gettin' rambunctious with his Sweet Baby, an he was more than willin' ta pay the toll.

First thing they did was they met up with Cindy an Merle there in the fancy hotel bar. Yeah, you're right, they did not fit in at all. However, they did not give one single fuck, they was all feelin' kinda parched an in need of an adult beverage. You gotta know how that feels, I know I do.

But I digress. Them brothers was loud an they was proud an they was talkin' about what all kinda manner a hell was ta be raised later that evenin'. Sweet Baby n Cindy was a gigglin' an a talkin' about what they was gonna wear an how they was doin' their hair an whatnot. They was makin' plenty a noise but the mixologist (that's what they call them barkeeps in snooty joints) in the tie an the cocktail waitress in the black pants and white shirt (the brothers was wonderin' what the fuck ever happened ta cocktail waitresses in skirts up ta their ass an their titties all exposed) did not seem to mind the craziness that the Dixon family brings. Dixons tip accordingly.

So now they all went up ta their rooms ta get ready for the big evenin'. They give themselves more'n enough time in case anyone was in a mood ta do any pushups or whatever prior ta headin' out. As it turned out Big Man an Sweet Baby had waited ta take their shower til they got there.

Big Man, bein' the tender, lovin' an thoughtful husband that he is got Sweet Baby all lathered up in that bath gel she likes so much. Shit he likes it too, an he was washin' her all over real good an all, an then she started ta rotatin' them hips for him. They barely got rinsed 'fore he was layin' there on that fluffy bathroom rug an she was sittin' on him - I'ma let you decide where exactly it was on him ya think she was sittin' - yeah, there. They had ta take another shower.

Now y'all know what Big Man was wearin' ta the festivities, he did too on accounta Sweet Baby happened ta find him ta be the sexiest man alive in that particular ensemble. An have I not told you three hundred n eighty five million times, Daryl Dixon is not a complete idiot. He knows a happy Sweet Baby makes for a happy Big Man. So yeah, black jeans, black motorcycle boots, black shirt – sleeves intact- an the black leather vest with the angel wings. Sweet Baby's very own man in black.

Lemme just say, when Big Man saw Sweet Baby he almost fucked up the whole evenin, that's right, he almost told her she couldn't go out in view of the general public wearin' what little bit a clothes she was wearin'. But yet again I tell ya, Daryl Dixon is not a complete idiot. He knew if he wanted some a that later, an I think we all know he wanted some a that later, he had better just say what he said, which was, "Holy fuck Sweet Baby you're just too gawd damn hot for this world. I'ma be the proudest man walkin' ta be walkin' beside ya."

When he said shit like that it always just melted Sweet Baby. C'mon now my girls, you'd get all melty too if you was lucky enough ta have Daryl Dixon speak ta ya in a such a way as that right there. But this ain't about us an our melted panties. Is it now? No, sadly it ain't.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot ta tell ya what it was Sweet Baby was wearin'. We'll start with the shorts - short bein' the operative word – yep – it was February an Sweet Baby gave not one single fuck, she had on the tiniest pair a shorts available for purchase in the Great State a Georgia. They not only came up high on her cheeks, not her upper cheeks, her lower cheeks, but they was cut down ta way low on her hips, damn near ta her hairline, not the upper hairline the lower hairline. They was white an lacy but who really gives a fuck about that?

Anyway, her top, well it was white too, also lacy an tighter than a bug's butthole. Yep, just that tight. It was cut high up on the shoulders, cuz we already know she don't give a fuck that's it's February an colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra outside. But again, I digress. It barely came ta just right under Daryl Dixon's favorite little set a titties in the whole wide world. Dixons ain't trendsetters or fashionistas, but then they ain't tryin' ta be. They're just out ta please themselves an each other - pfft – so now ya won't be surprised ta know she had a big ol red fake jewel thing there in her bellybutton, cuz duh, she's a belly dancer. Footwear? Well they were white too, and they were patent leather – yeah, all shiny an whatnot – boots, the kind that fit real, real tight, an also go up ta just passed the knees – with heels, high heels.

Ya got it don't ya? Daryl wanted ta throw her down right then an right there an show her just how much he loved her. What he feared was every man that saw her was gonna be thinkin' the same thing he was. Yeah, he'd be on Beth-watch whilst they was at Hard Times. Probably an appropriate name right there, the hard part anyways.

He kept a hand cupped on her lower cheek there, an she kept a hand slid in his back pocket, as they made their way ta the lobby ta meet up with the Older Dixons. Now ya won't be at all surprised cuz ya seen it a billion times, Cindy was dressed practically the same as Sweet Baby, 'cept her little top was bedazzled - as is fittin' for Cindy. The other differences bein' a course, Cindy had ten years and 50 pounds on Beth, an let's put it gentle-like, muscle tone, Cindy didn't have any a that. But ya also know that as far as Merle Dixon was concerned Cindy was hotter than a three peckered Billy Goat – an he likes a little fuller figured woman, a little cush for the push, an whatnot like that.

Everybody has their thing kids, it makes the world go round (an the beds bounce an whatnot).

So they made their way into the Hard Times an the place was rockin'. Big Man he saw the way the men were checkin' out his Sweet Baby, he didn't mind too much, as long as only lookin' was involved, an yeah, he cupped that hand just a little bit tighter onto that lower cheek. Ya didn't have ta be a soothsayer ta know there was probably gonna be trouble later on, so Daryl went right over first thing an handed Abe three fresh an crispy one hundred dollar bills, ya know, ta pay for the damages that would no doubt occur when whatever the fracas was began.

First round a beers was on Abe, an then a little dose a panic went through Daryl when Beth ordered a shot a Fireball. Uh oh, he could see it comin', Sweet Baby was out ta burn the joint down. What can a man do? Nuthin' but watch the action an then later on try an put that woman's fire out, in the best possible way a course.

An shit if the women was havin' whiskey them Dixon brothers had ta get their fill too an once the Dixon brothers start ta drinkin' whiskey, what the fuck, everyone starts drinkin' whiskey. They are trendsetters in that respect.

So now everyone's gettin' all manner a tuned up celebratin' the anniversary a shackin' up or whatnot, an they are all several beers an several shots a whiskey into the evenin' when Sweet Baby an Cindy start ta talkin' about them belly dancin' classes an what all they have learned.

Cindy, God Bless her ever lovin' heart starts ta give Merle a little demonstration. Now everyone else may be lookin' a little, well um, ya know, how can I say this. Well ya get it, but what they think don't matter even one tiny bit, cuz Merle Dixon is appreciatin' all a what he is seein', why he is a whistlin' an swirlin' his own hips around in response ta Cindy's moves.

Sweet Baby, she is a sweetheart ya know that, she encourages her sis in law, "Ooo sexy Cindy!" Daryl is sayin' nuthin', he's just thinkin' how grateful he is it ain't Beth, which a course is right when Beth decides she's gonna join in the fun.

Now when she gets ta shakin' her hips an gyratin' around things are different, some cat callin' ensues, well until Daryl casts one a them squinty-eyed looks around the room. That shuts their mouths but not their big ol eyeballs. Daryl he can't help himself, he ain't all demonstrative, not like Older Dixon, but believe it he is appreciatin' Sweet Baby's moves just a whole helluva lot, he's gettin' worked up. He turns ta order another beer, tryin' ta cool down his own fire.

He turns back around just in time ta see that asshole Simon make that move behind Beth, ya know the one, like a ruttin' bull, whilst makin' a grab for Sweet Baby's ass. Abe saw it comin' an didn't even try an stop him, shit, he couldn't blame Daryl. Simon had broke the ultimate rule of decorum, he had attempted ta touch a Dixon woman.

Big Man grabbed up Simon, while Merle grabbed the women an pulled em outta the way, an Big Man went ta beatin' Simon senseless – or more senseless. Anyways, fists was a flyin' an then Simon's woman, some trashy lookin' mongrel dog decides ta jump in an fight for her man. Apparently she did not see what that man had done or she'd be helpin' out Daryl.

Well anyway, that dumbass woman jumps on in the mix of Daryl an Simon. Cindy ain't havin' no random broad hurt her kin an as she reaches out her arms ta grab ahold a the aggressor. I'll be go ta hell if one a her sizable titties don't just pop right outta the bottom a that tiny top she's wearin'. A course that don't stop Cindy, she's out for blood now. There's punchin' an rollin' an now Sweet Baby is in the fray, tryin' ta keep that nasty witch from hurtin' her husband an her very best friend in the world.

Merle, he knows better than ta jump in, it ain't proper fight etiquette, not at all. He does the only thing a man can do at a time such as this, drink. He slams down a shot a whiskey and chugs a whole bottle a beer in one swallow. Damn. I do love that man.

Cindy gets that troll pinned and Sweet Baby is at the ready, but Cindy had it handled an she just knew that woman needed one more good hair pullin', that's when the whole fuckin' top slid up and both a Cindy big ol' titties were on full display to the patrons of Hard Times Bar & Grill.

What does her ever lovin man do? He's a cacklin', whistlin', pumpin' his hips an callin', "Damn if my wife don't have her one fine set a tatas." Cindy smiled at her man, she liked it real well that he appreciated what a lucky sumbitch he was.

That's when the national Anthem commenced ta playin' an everyone stood an faced the flag, hands over their hearts – a special buncha patriots is what they are. Now Merle he was standin' there right behind Cindy an he wrapped his right arm around the front a her, clampin' his hand onto her left tittie, only on accounta he figured that's where her heart was, under her tittie. Patriots I tell ya.

Simon was crawlin' out the door on his hands an knees, his woman rubbin' her head an walkin' with a limp behind him, an we heard her say, "You're a huge fuckin' disappointment." I don't think he was gettin' no lovin' at all that night.

Daryl looked at Abe an asked, "We good?" Abe nodded, "Yeah, I think ya even got enough ta cover ya next time." They nodded ta one another an then Daryl picked his Sweet Baby right up an put her over his shoulder an she was just a gigglin', "Oh Big Man you're so strong." He clamped his hand right on her sweet little ass an said, "I'm fixin' ta show ya just how long an strong I can be Sweet Baby."

Now Merle he assisted Cindy as best he could in pullin' that top back down, it was a goner kids, ready for the rag bag. No one cared. They walked back to the hotel with him walkin' behind her, one hand clasped onto each tittie, ya know, helpin' a gal out an all.

I don't need ta tell ya them redneck Dixons all had them a real good time back in their fancy hotel rooms. Big Man didn't mind payin' for them damages one bit, hell the lap dance was only an appetizer an it alone was worth the price a the lamp an the bedside table they broke later. Ya know, when things got rambunctious an whatnot.

Anyway that's exactly how it all happened, ya can't make that shit up kids. So what's been goin' on over on your side a town?

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A/N I often think of just marking this story complete and tucking it away for good. But I get a lot of PMs from you Diet buddies wanting me to post, and you know I love to do it for you, even if it takes me a while to get here. Leftmywingsathome asked me to do one where Beth takes stripper classes and even has a stripper pole installed in Big Man and Sweet Baby's bedroom. I just didn't think Beth would do that pole on account of Little Old D.J., so I asked if Belly Dancing would do ;) Thanks for going along Wings!

I hope you had some fun and I'd love to read your comments. Also there's a chapter photo on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick, have a look. If you're inclined I have two current WIPs I'm posting to weekly, Long Love Story and Long Gone, please check them out. I hope to see you all here, there, or on tumblr again real soon. Until then remember, I love ya large! xo gneebee