Walk Away from the Son
Parker Sister Saga continues - Season 2 of SoA
Chapter 14- Bama Bondage

By BG and Reaper

** So glad you all enjoyed the last chapter. Trust us, your requests for more Bama, smut, and some Cara Cara revenge have not fallen on deaf ears. Matter of fact, we already had stuff written! Just be patient, the next few chapters will make you all very happy.

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Check out 'Whistlin' Dixie' by Randy Houser. We sort of think of it as the Bama Crew's theme song. And Randy is the inspiration for Motor's brother, so enjoy the visual.

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XXX TRUCK FULLA VIRGINS XXX

Tuesday night found the Sons' crew split, the majority were at Parker Place visiting before dinner was put on the table but a smaller contingent was standing in the lot at Unser Trucking, set to drive/escort the load he had told the Sons about on Monday. Tig pulled a set of keys from his pocket and poppped the lock on the pull down door of the large truck. "Let's see what we're hauling."

"What're you doing?" Bodie asked with concern.

Tig shrugged. "Transport fee."

"I thought this was a charity shipment, Sisters of Our Lady of Perpetual Help?" Bodie asked as he scratched his head. "You don't wanna go stealing from the Lord, Tig. You think Karma's a bitch, just wait till you piss God off."

Tig waved him off and smirked. "I piss the Old Man off on a daily basis, this isn't gonna make a dent."

Bodie shrugged. "You might change your mind later...repent one of these days when you're seventy or something."

"Ain't nobody standing here gonna make it to seventy, man." Trace scoffed.

"You don't know that." Bodie replied with a frown but it was for naught. Tig motioned for Happy to continue.

Hap climbed up into the truck and pulled out his flashlight. He walked around the wooden crates and picked one. He pried it open with the crowbar he was carrying and rooted through the shredded paper packaging. The other guys stood on the ground looking up at him expectantly as he pulled out...a fuckin' statue. Hap flicked the painted statue of the Virgin Mary with his finger.

"Great... put it back." Tig sighed with disappointment. "Let's deliver this shit to the penguins and go eat."

"Can I have one?" Bodie asked as he stepped to the back of the truck to take a closer look.

Tig frowned at Bodie's whiplash flip flop on the situation. "Whoa...NOW you're ok stealing from the Lord? Fuckin' hypocrite."

"Well...it's just a ceramic thingy. I thought we were hauling some expensive church shit. Besides, I think it's kinda pretty." Bodie commented as Happy lowered a ornately decorated statue to his hands. "And I promised Trinity-Ann I'd bring her a present from Cali-forn-IA."

Trace snorted. "What the hell is your kid gonna do with a statue of the Virgin Mary? Get her Minnie Mouse ears from the damn Disney store, tell her they're from Disneyland and be done with it."

"You want me to lie to my kid? Seriosuly?" Bodie asked with mock offense. "I want a statue, maybe two. You know Roxy'd like one, she's all religious-like."

"Fine." Trace rolled his eyes. "Happy, please give our crazy ass brother here another statue."

As Bodie cradled the first statue in his left arm like a baby, Hap handed him down another one. They somehow managed to bobble the exchange and the second statue slipped and crashed to the ground. It shattered on impacted with the pavement and the hidden contents spilled out. Everyone stared in surprise.

"Holy Mother of Christ." Bodie mumbled in awe which earned a snort of laughter from Tig, who then frowned and looked to Bodie still cradling the first statue. As if stripping a football, he reached out and slapped it out of Bodie's arm to see if it was a fluke. It wasn't. Tig climbed into the truck. Hap was already holding another statue and Tig gave him the ok nod to smash it. The same contents were revealed.

"Praise Jesus! Hallelujah." Trace announced as he looked around at the scattered loot on the pavement. "This is a bit obvious, ain't it? I mean, people hide coke in this things in the movies all the time."

"Best place to hide is in plain sight." Hap mused before he smashed a fouth statue, only to reveal the same thing- seemingly black market, unsecured VISA cards. "This shit ain't going to nuns, might stop for the night but its blowin' right past them."

"No shit. What are a buncha nuns gonna do with credit cards?" Bodie questioned. "They can't buy nothin, not even underwear. They take that oath thing...that vow."

A second later, Hap let out an uncharacteristic full on chuckle with his deep rumbling voice. Tig eyed him. "You were picturing a buncha holy sisters goin commando weren't ya?" Hap nodded with a smile. Tig laughed along with him for a second and then pulled out his cell phone. "So much for heavenly brownie points... I gotta call Clay."

He walked further into the truck's interior cargo bay, phoned Clay and explained the situation. As tempting as it was to hijack the whole damn truck, Clay instructed him to just lighten the load a bit. Tig ended the call and walked back to the end of the truck. They took a quick estimate of the statues being hauled, extracted their delivery fee then cleaned up their mess and got ready to hit the road.

Tig grimaced as he climbed back down out of the truck and onto the lot. Hap noticed his friend's obvious discomfort. "Leg still stiff?" Tig nodded.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Bodie asked. "You seemed a bit gimpy at the shop the other day."

Tig rolled his eyes, "Rolled my bike a while back. Ended up with twenty seven stiches in my leg. Ask Bobby for the story, his fuckin' fault." He tossed the truck keys to Happy, who would drive the nun's loot with Bodie riding shotgun. Trace and Charming's own SAA would be following behind in the club's van. As the men loaded up, Tig looked over in the direction of the back parking lot and saw two Dobermens barking furiously. He held his middle finger high in the air and smirked at the dogs. Fuck you, Fido. Can't get me this time.

XXX Party at the Parkers' XXX

X Nolan's Patch & Vix's Past X

Parker Place was filled to capacity. People were strung out all over the house, seated in little groups at the dining table, the living room, the back porch. As she left the kitchen, Gemma watched with amusement as Motor wandered from group to group, carrying Abel. Her grandson had become fascinated with Motor's long beard and currently laid in the man's arms with a fistful of it. Motor was oddly good with kids, especially babies, they seemed to like the fact that he was so quiet and they felt peaceful and secure in his big arms. Jax and Tara sat laughing in the living room with others as they listened to Nolan tell stories of Vix and Jaci's times in Alabama. That was the drawback to a family gathering, they would tell stories on you. Gemma silently wished Roxy was here with a few photo albums for maximum embarassment. Clay and Piney sat with TNT at the dining room table that flowed into the living room, swapping old war stories.

Opie took a swig of his beer. "What I wanta know is how Dumbass got patched in. We have a height requirement in SAMCRO."

Nolan chuckled and looked over at Vix who was sitting on the arm of the sectional, next to Juice. She nodded her consent and he answered. "I guess they made an exception. BB let me prospect if I agreed to drop the felony charges against Vix."

That statement got everybody's attention and suddenly everyone within hearing distance was staring at the 'Bama biker and Juice's old lady. She smiled. "I guess that begs a few questions, hmmm?"

TNT just shook his head, "Here we go."

Nolan began the tale. "We were what fifteen?" Vix nodded. "And me and my best-friend-at-the-time-who-I-cant-stand-anymore-but-am-obligated-to-endure-because-we've-known-each-other-since-we-were-three, Davey Church AKA Preacher, were out toolin' around in my brand-spankin-new Chevy S10 pickup out by Mohegan Ridge. We came across Vix here hitchhikin' after jumpin' off the railroad tressel into the river below... wearin' not a stitch of clothing."

The room filled with laughter and more than a few catcall whistles.

"Really? She was completely naked?" Jax grinned and laughed.

Vix held up her hand, "Ok, it wasn't my most shining moment to NOT have a spare set of clothing waiting at down on the shoreline. But in my defense it was, if I recall, about 102 in the shade that day." Vix rolled her shoulders and faced the eager audience. "And the way he's gonna tell the story, it's gonna take all night. Why don't ya cut to the chase and say it was the first of many crazy adventures and it involved um, skinny dippin, hitchhikin', bummin' smoke money from the offerin' at the Methodist church, and stealin' a case of Jack D from the Bait-Chips-Beer-and -Ammunition Store. Then we hung out in the backwoods of Alabama getting' high and drunk all night... then wait.. I got y'all to fight and wrestle to see who would um, win me and while them boys were busy doin' that I stole Nolan's pickup." Vix grinned. "I was halfway to Talladega when that fuckin' State Trooper pulled me over."

TNT shook with laughter. "That story never gets old."

"Yes it does." Motor disagreed as he handed Abel back to Jax and eased himself onto the living room floor.

"Yeah, she stole my car... and Davey's heart." Nolan shrugged. "But I got my Reaper and Vix still loves ME... while HIS ass got kicked to the curb."

"Where it rightfully belongs...good riddance to bad rubbish. The racist dumbshit." TNT muttered.

X Whip It... Whip It Good X

Tig and his band of Merry Men arrived an hour late to the dinner gathering. The other guys went deeper into house but he headed straight for the kitchen, knowing he could grab a beer and snag a bite of whatever Jaci was cooking. He pulled up short though when he heard voices bickering.

"Bobby...my arm is seriously about to fall off. Are you almost done?"

"Two minutes."

She groaned. "You said that FIVE minutes ago!"

"You HAVE done this before right?" Bobby asked. "I really thought you'd better at this."

"Shut up...it's worked other times. I'm doing what I'm supposed to. Maybe if you'd CONCENTRATE, we'd be done!" Jaci complained. "Don't look at me...look at IT."

"Not stiff enough...almost there though."

Tig frowned and stood in the doorway with an amused smile on his face, trying to figure out what the hell his girl and Bobby were doing. He had a guess but Jaci really shouldn't be doing THAT in the kitchen and not to Bobby of all people. He finally peeked around the corner and saw the pair at the kitchen counter. Jaci had her back to the door with Bobby in front of her, looking down as her right arm jerked back and forth vigorously. What the fuck?

"Shit...I really need to switch arms." She hissed through clenched teeth.

"Nope...just keep going...ok, that's it...that's it. We're good, ok stop!" Bobby exclaimed. "Oh that's fuckin' beautiful. Good job, J...very good job."

As he realized what was really going on, Tig snorted a laugh and walked full into the room.

Bobby frowned at Tig's sudden appearance. "What're you laughing at?"

"Different kind of beatin' than I was thinking." Tig replied with a smirk.

Jaci grimaced, "Ok...EWWW!" She sat the bowl of hand whipped merengiue on the counter and stared at it. "Now I'm going to be thinking of jizz when I'm eating this pie."

Tig grinned and winked at her as he grabbed a beer then headed out of the kitchen to find Clay.

X Slice of a Different Pie X

The SAMCRO President was seated at the table in the dining room, Tig motioned for Clay to follow him outside. As they walked through the house, Tig snapped his fingers in Juice's direction. "You too, Retard. Come on."

"Gather round, gentlemen, gather round." Tig said as he pulled something from his inside cut pocket. He shuffled the stack of credit cards like he was about to play poker, fanned them out and cocked an eyebrow at Juice. "Can you move these?"

Juice let out a low whistle as he took the Visas. "Shit yeah...easy. I know a few guys that would love them."

"Get what you can for them." Clay directed. He saw Tig raise his eyebrows in question. "What?"

Tig shrugged. "'Bama should get a cut of the profits... come on, we wouldn't even know that shit was in there if Bodie hadn't dropped one of the statues to begin with."

"I'm supposed to cut them in because Bodie's got butter fingers?" Clay asked incredously. The pair stared at each other for over a minute with Juice staring at them, growing uncomfortable, like he shouldn't be seeing the standoff. Clay finally relented and smirked. "Fine...give twenty percent to Trace." He glared at Tig. "Gas money for their trip HOME."

X Crisis at Cara Cara X

Dinner concluded without a hitch, the meal Bobby and Jaci had prepared was wonderful and everyone was stuffed full, even though Jaci couldn't bring herself to have any of the chocolate pie. Especially not after Tig had stared at her as she started to take her first bite of it and had ever so subtly made a whacking off gesture with his hand. She had pushed her desert plate over to him without a word.

As the women and Half Sack loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen after dinner, Vix got a text from Rachel. She walked into the living room and spotted Juice and some others. "Um, anyone care to guess what qualifies as an beauty crisis at a porno shoot?"

"One of the chicks got a flat tire?"Nolan quipped and held his hands in front of his chest to simulate huge fake boobs. That scored a few laughs. Vix rolled her eyes and walked to the back porch to call Rachel. She returned two minutes later. Nolan raised his eyebrows, "So? The answer is..."

"Some dude mistook Rach for a fluffer." Vix replied and then explained, "Ya know, the girls who um, help prep the guys for the scene. I've gotta go defuse the situation before Rachel stabs someone with her shears." Vix hollered to Jaci, asking to borrow her car and her older sister agreed, yelling back that the keys were on the hook by the garage door. "Of course they are." Vix muttered with a smile.

As Vix kissed him and told him she'd back in a bit, Juice thought of Georgie Caruso and grimaced. "You shouldn't go by yourself, not with all the shit that's been going on."

"You're waitin' on an important call, no go." Tig reminded him and nodded at Vix, "Take someone else."

"Oooh, I'll go!" Bodie's hand shot up instantly. He stood up and put his hand over his chest."Safety is VERY important to me. I personally volunteer to happily guard as many bodies as possible." He glaced at Jax and Opie and waggled his eyebrows.

Vix rolled her eyes, knowing Bodie was just going to gawk at the porn stars but whatever."Fine...but I'm drivin'."

Bodie smiled and oddly didn't put up a fight. "Don't mind riding bitch on the way to a porn studio...I'll suffer the degredation."

"Lookey there, somebody's been studying the Word Power section of the Reader's Digest." Trace retorted as he took a pull from his beer and stretched out in the recliner.

X Siblings: The Contented and the Non X

Another hour or so after dinner and dessert were served, the party began to thin out. Most of the guests had left and TNT had turned in for the night. Trace had retired to Vix's room, talking to BB on the phone, giving him an update with the goings on in Cali. On the back porch, the firepit was roaring in its full glory and Tig sat with his arm around Jaci on the wicker couch watching the flames silently.

Juice and Motor sat at the patio table on the opposite side of the deck, passing a joint back and forth. Along with a ready construction crew, Roxy had sent another care package of sorts: jars of homemade canned peaches and plum jelly. BB had contributed a few jars of his own to the package, although they were full of moonshine. He had also tossed in a substantial bag of premium Southern grown majijuana. The Sons might not run drugs, but they sure didn't mind procuring some for their own use every now and then.

"This is some really good shit." Juice hissed as he held in a hit as long as he could. He blew out a long breath and relished the relaxed feeling as he passed the joint back to Motor. He had been trying to make small talk with Vix's cousin but so far had only gotten yes or no answers. He thought on another topic. "So...Vix said you had a brother? He patched in?"

Motor snorted and shook his head. "I got a brother...but he ain't fit to wear a Reaper."

Juice was surprised not to get a one word answer and caught Motor's irritated tone. "Oh...bad blood?"

"Not bad...just stupid...and mostly worthless." Motor replied. The pot had him loosen up a bit and he took a long look at the kid in front of him. It looked as if ole Bolt Head was going to be around long term, Vix was surely smitten with the guy. Motor figured it might do em both good to get to know each other, Juice was certainly trying to make an effort.

Motor leaned back in his chair. "Name's Randy...he's bout five years old me. Like that damn Dukes of Hazzard song, been in trouble with the law since the day he was born. Always into something- fightin', stealin, druggin, always goddamn something. I missed the camera thingy when the salon first opened up cause I had to go pick his convict ass up. Just finished doing a nickel over at the State Pen in Holman. Got busted with a shit load of weed, was his second time locked up. They tried for a Federal charge but couldn't make it stick."

"Lucky for him." Juice commented.

"Lucky hell...fucker needs locked up. Just pissin' away his life. Randy's a fuckin' brilliant mechanic, can rebuild anything, get ANYthing running but he won't stick with it. Ya'll think meth is bad out here...its a goddamn epedemic back home. Randy don't use it, but he loves to make it, sell it, money's too damn good. Why bust your ass working an honest job when ya can do that shit? He stays clear of it for awhile, we get back on speaking terms but then he always goes back to it. Guess it IS lucky he was hauling pot that day and not crank."

"Puts you in a rough spot...with the club and stuff huh?" Juice offered.

Motor nodded, his mood dark. "Damn straight it does. The club...they's been more family to me than that asshole ever has. I ain't puttin' them at risk for his stupid shit. I can't be round him when he's sideways. Feds would piss their pants if I got picked up with him, me being a Son and all." He shook his head in frustration. "Won't ever understand why he can't just straighten up and fly right."

Juice nodded in argreement, "I totally get that, I bet the girls would love for Wendy to finally get her shit together." As he took another hit, he couldn't help but feel a bit philosophical about the whole situation. "I can't really complain too much though. I mean, Wendy's being a fuck up is what got Vix back out here to Charming...to ME. I never would have met her otherwise. And now the girls get to be around Abel and help raise him...they never would have had that opportunity any other way." He rubbed his hand over his head, mulling it over. "Maybe it all happens for a reason. People do the things they do...even bad stuff...and it causes something else, something good?"

"That tattoo needle hit your brain or something?" Motor stared at Juice like he was crazy, "Ain't no good gonna come out of Randy...ever."

Jaci heard Motor's tone take an angry turn and looked in his direction across the semi darkened deck. He always got agitated when talking about Randy. He was angry but more than that, he was frustrated and hurt, had never come to terms with why Randy wouldn't just be normal. Motor would have loved to have Randy patched in with the Sons, to share that brother hood with his blood relation but he couldn't risk it. She knew that if they kept talking about the subject, Motor would just get worse. It had been a good night, she wanted it to end that way too.

She leaned forward slightly, leaving the comfort of being curled against Tig's body for a moment. "Hey, Cuz? Time for bed, baby." Her voice sounded like a mother talking to a six year old but the interruption served its purpose. It snapped Motor back to his surroundings and he complied easily.

"Yeah...I reckon it is." Motor said quietly and stood up, his shoulders hunched. He walked back into the house without a word.

"Shit, J. I didn't mean to make him mad." Juice said as he stubbed out the joint and looked toward the door.. "I was just trying to talk to him."

Jaci settled back in her spot next to Tig, who was dozing. "He's not mad at you, Juice. He gets mad at Randy, himself. It's a shitty situation. No worries though, he'll be right as rain in the morning."

Vix arrived back to Parker Place just as Motor was heading down the hall to bed. She smirked at her cousin. "Night, John Boy." He threw a silent wave over his shoulder. Finding the rest of the house quiet and deserted, she headed out to the deck. "Honey, I'm home!" She announced as she placed Jaci's car keys on the table beside the wicker sofa. Juice turned around in his chair and smiled at her. She smiled back and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." Juice answered and stood up.

"I'm stealing Juicey here." Vix said brightly. "See ya tomorrow, sis."

"See ya." Jaci said from her seat on the couch. The pair left, leaving Jaci and Tig all alone. He pulled her closer against him, not making a move to head home. The night was getting colder but with the fire pit flaming, it wasn't too bad. She had no problems staying right where she was at for as long as Tig wanted to cat nap.

XXX Missing Links and Magic 8 Balls XXX

Wednesday was a story of the same shit, different day and passed without any drama. Jaci spent her lunch hour on Thursday eating while she worked at her desk. But she didn't mind, for the first time in a while she was happy and relaxed. With the insurance money coming through and the guys putting it all back together, she was sure things were going to be ok in that area. It was great having the guys up from Bama, they had been a God send. Very soon, Vix and Rachel would have their jobs back and life could get back to some version of normal. She frowned at the word normal. Her newfound relationship with Tig was anything but normal, she didn't have a clue a what is was...but she liked it. She was starting to let herself fall back into old habits, starting to look forward to seeing him every day, talking to him. They hadn't discussed where things were going this time around and she didn't plan on it either. Que Sera, Sera. What will be, will be. She had come to realize that every day she was in Charming was another day trying to teach her to just let go of things, she couldn't control everything.

As she sat thinking about her so called normal life, she suddenly realized there was a piece missing. The everyday life of her and Vix had come to include some kids...Abel, Moby, Kenny, Ellie. She had done a fairly good job of keeping up with Abel but with all the salon fire madness, the other kids had been sort of abandoned. Jaci felt horrible for dropping the kids like that...those three were at a sensitive time in their little lives, they needed friends, role models. She pulled up the internet and found the listings for the movie theater in Lodi. Surely there was some sort of a kid's show playing tonight. BINGO, her eyes landed on the showtimes for Monsters Vs Aliens. Her next call was to Mary and then to Lowell to set up the kiddie date night.

Just as she confirmed her plans for the night, there was a knock on her opened office door. She looked up to see Jason Rosen smiling at her. "Working lunch?" He asked as he walked inside.

Jaci nodded. "Yeah, I'm trying to get out of here early. I've got a hot date tonight?"

"Where are we going?" Rosen asked playfully.

"I'm taking Opie's kids and Moby to the movies."

"Ahhh. Well, I guess I'll sit this one out. I know Moby thinks the world of you, I don't want the little guy to think he has any competition." Rosen winked at her as he smoothed his tie and sat down in a chair across from her desk. "How are things with the salon going? I saw the windows were all covered."

"Actually things are going great. The insurance claim went through and we've got some family up from Alabama doing the re-model. Our uncle runs a construction business so he just shipped some of the guys out West for a bit."

"That's handy." Rosen commented. They made small talk for a few minutes before Rosen noticed the Magic 8 Ball sitting on her desk. He smiled and picked it up. "Oh I remember these things."

Jaci laughed and teased. "Yeah...helps me decide which numbers to fudge."

"Maybe I should get one...help me decide which clients are guilty." He mused then started to shake the toy.

"Be careful what you ask that one. It hasn't been wrong yet. It was right about things I didn't even see coming. Even gets sport matchup's right." She warned.

"Mmmm." Jason smirked and asked the toy a question, his lips moving silently. He looked down at the answer displayed and nodded. "You're right, it IS good. That guy is totally guilty." He glanced at Jaci and smiled slightly before asking another silent question. He shook the ball hard and then peered down at the answer triangle swam in the blue liquid, the words 'Definitely Yes' were displayed. A smile spread across his face.

"Got an answer you like?"

"Definately." Rosen replied. He stood up and placed the toy on her desk. "Well, I'll let you get back to work. Just wanted to say hi." He looked at her for a long moment and then nodded. "I'll see you around."

Jaci waved at him as he walked out of her office. She stared at the 8 ball and wondered what the hell he had asked it. She shrugged and grabbed the toy, asking a question of her own. "Will Tig and I have some good times for a change?" She shook the ball for a full thirty seconds with her eyes closed. She opened one eye and peered down for the answer...As I see it, YES. She smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

XXX Evil Twins & Lost Virtues XXX

"I'm a professional cocksman, Delaney."

Inside her office, Luann stared down the leading male star of her current production. "Then act like it. I don't give two shits if you're gonna blow your wad two minutes after the camera starts rolling but know your body. Control your shit and fucking tell the director! We'll set up the cumshot and then go back and get the hard core later. NOW we don't have a goddamn thing and I'm stuck paying a 12-person crew and two bankable other actors to wait around while you try to get it up again!" Her tyraid was interupted by a knock at the door, "WHAT?" She wheeled around to find Bobby standing in the doorway. "Not now, Bobby."

Bobby shook his head. "YES, NOW! Unless you want to change the title of this movie from Cumming Atrtractions to Cumming IN Traction, You better reign in The Evil Barbie Twins. Vix is exhibiting the patience of a saint or someone after a 1200 mg dose of Thorazine but patience is a virtue and Vix is 'bout ready to be come un-virtuous real fast... then shit is gonna get hostile."

"Jesus Christ!" Luann muttered accompanied by an eye roll as she stormed out of her office and out into the studio off-stage area. As she made her way towards the dressing area she spotted the confrontational scene between Vix and Ima and Tiffany. "What the fuck is this shit? Huh?"

Vix glared at Luann. "I warned you about making me work on that cunt." She nodded at Tiffany. "And that one." She glared at Ima. "Fuckin' hell."

"And I told you that this morning's delay put us behind, Tiffany's scene got pushed back... shit happens in this business, Vix. Last time I checked you were the winner of the Juicey lotto, so what the hell is the problem?"

"I'm doing you a favor, Luann."

"No... you're working for me, Vix." Luann corrected. "Maybe you should get BACK to work, so if Rodrigo ever achieves wood again my girls are ready to finish this fuckin' scene."

Vix eyed Bobby, who shot her a stand down look. She sighed and plastered a big ol' fake smile on her face then looked at Luann. "Yes, ma'am." Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the gratified smirk on Ima's face. "But I think it would be in everybody's best interest, Luann, to remind Your Girls NEVER piss off the hair and makeup stylist. Cause WE have the ability and know-how to make their asses look like Dr. Evil on the worst mother fuckin' day of his life."

Luann gave Vix a concedeing look and eyed Ima and Tiff. "I suggest you two park your asses, curb your attitudes and show some god damn respect, And if I've made myself perfectly god damn clear... can we get on with it and wrap this fuckin' movie? "

XXX Bodie Hogan, Porn Star XXX

For most of the guys, Thursday night was meant to be a night of relaxation after a long day of working. They gathered at the clubhouse and after a while a poker game was started. With Bobby and Piney at Cara Cara for the evening, the task of playing banker fell to Half Sack. He took everyone's buy-in money and exchanged the dollars for poker chips.

"Fuckin' concentrate, Prospect. 1-2-3-4..." Tig warned. The Prospect glanced up at Tig nervously but managed to get all the guys what they needed. With everyone content with their beer and their playing chips, Opie began dealing the cards.

They were half way through the first round when Bodie and Nolan came strolling through the door. He spotted the poker game and grinned. "Hey, hey...hold up, we want in." They grabbed beers at the bar then walked over to the table. Nolan dug into his jeans pocket and threw a twenty dollar on the table.

"Shit...cash game." Bodie mumbled. "I ain't got but a few bucks." He pulled something from his wallet and tossed it into the middle of the table. "Will this work?"

Half Sack picked up the paper, which was actually a check. He frowned. "This is from Cara Cara."

Bodie grinned like a fool. "Read it and weep, boys. That there makes me a bonafide porn star."

Trace's eyes went wide. "You did NOT!"

"Bullshite." Chibs chimed in as he inspected the check. "Three hundred and fifty bucks!"

Nolan nodded his head sadly as he sat down next to Motor, "He damn sure did. I was there...I'm scarred for damn life."

Bodie smirked and accepted a high five from Chibs. Tig just laughed as Opie shook his head in amazement.

"You watched it?" Trace asked incredulously.

"I saw more than enough before taking an immediate smoke break." Nolan clarified.

"I was just kiddin' about cashin' that in, bro. Let me have that." Bodie told the Prospect and snatched the check back. "Hell I might just frame this sumbitch."

"Might be your life's greatest accomplishment." Opie deadpanned.

XXX Animal Magnetism XXX

After two rounds, Bobby and Piney showed up and they too settled in at the table. They had been making random small talk all night but as talk with guys usually does, it eventually turned carnal. Chibs cleared his throat. "Alright boys, name someone famous, dead or alive, that would be your dream fuck."

Bobby snorted a laugh. "For clarification, Tig...the dead part means they'd be alive again and back to breathing."

Tig just smirked and flipped his friend off. Bodie saw the amused looks from the other SAMCRO guys and was immediately intrigued. He frowned at Tig. "You really fuck a dead chick? That's fucked up, bro."

"What do you Southern boys like to say, 'a gentleman never tells'?" Tig replied with a shrug. He couldn't believe Clay had told Bobby and Piney about the comments he had made about cold packing. Granted he had been kidding, but now he wouldn't admit it...had to keep up the aire of mystique.

"That aint all he's rumored to have done." Bobby laughed. "Tell 'em about your little 'indecent exposure and assault in a livestock trailer' charge, Tigger."

Tig glared at the celing for a second,irritated. "Goddamnit, Bobby...for the last time...I didn't fuck that cow. I was using it for LEVERAGE."

"Ok, that's a story I wanna hear." Trace boomed with a laugh. "Spill it."

Tig quickly recounted how a hookup with a lovely senorita at a Mexican rodeo had turned violent when her husband had busted in on the festivities.

Nolan nodded along as Tig told his story. "See? That's how I got in trouble. Those damn cowgirls are ready to GO at some of those rodeos. You got get it on where ever you can, man. I didn't give a shit if goats were watching us. I dropped trou and got down to business."

Motor spoke up, "You nailed her in the back corner of the kids' pettin' zoo, That's wrong."

"Why?" Nolan asked with a shrug. "Weren't any kids around. I don't know what the big deal was. Stupid cops putting LIVESTOCK in the charges makes its sound like I'm some kind of pervert."

Tig took a pull from his beer."'Amen, brother. I didn't fuck any LIVESTOCK, I fucked the girl."

"So you claim." Op kidded and took a shove in the arm from Tig.

X That's Just Nuts, Man X

"Ok, guys new game...we're switching to Texas Hold Em" Op announced as he shuffled the deck.

"Shit...wait a sec." Nolan threw up his left hand and dug into his pocket with his right. He tossed another twenty dollar bill at Half Sack."

"Count careful, Prospect." Tig warned. "I think you jipped me earlier you little shit. Do it again and my boot is going to smash that new nut of yours."

"New nut?" Bodie questioned.

Chibs slapped a hand on Half Sack's shoulder and explained whistfully. "Our Prospect here's been a bit out of pocket...getting himself completed."

The Bama guys all frowned, not understanding. Half Sack stared at the table then looked up to explain. "I got a ball blown off in Iraq...I just got a fake one."

"You're shittin' me." Bodie said wide-eyed. "Like getting a glass eye?"

Tig couldn't help himself. "Is it gay that I want to see it?"

"Gay curious." Bobby piped in with a shrug.

Chibs looked at Half Sack and pointed downward, "Drop em."

Half Sack gave a smile, oddly proud of his new addition. He stood up and dropped his jeans.

"Well I be a monkey's uncle." Bodie leaned over the table and inspected the nuticle. "That thing looks damn near perfect."

Nolan coughed in his hand, "FAG...cough...FAG."

Tig smirked as he looked over Half Sack. He shook his head. "I think its uneven."

"Well...I think all sets are kinda uneven." Half Sack tried to explain.

"Naw man, my balls are equally huge." Tig declared. "Might wanna like duct tape that new one a little higher or something."

"Alright...put your pair away, Prospect." Chibs instructed.

Half Sack complied and then sat back down at the table. He made a move to grab his cards and Trace threw a poker chip at him.

"WHOA! Goddamn, son...go wash your hands!" Trace hollered. "I don't need your nuts all over my cards and shit."

As the Prospect headed to the bathroom, Bodie called after him. "Don't listen to Tig about that duct tape. You don't want that shit any where your balls, dude."

Trace chuckled heartily. "Go ahead, tell the story, Hogan. I'm sure Tig here would love to hear it." Tig gave the Bama VP an odd look then looked at Motor who just smiled ever so slightly.

"Ok, ok, once upon a time..." Bodie took a pull from his beer and then started over. "Once upon a time back home in Alabama, two tricky Parker girls thought it would be a good idea to mess with one poor drunken Bodie Hogan."

"Uh oh." Opie said with a laugh.

"Just wait." Motor warned.

"I guess this was like five years ago...some random Tuesday night at the clubhouse. I don't even know why the girls were there but I was drunk off my ass. I mean fuckin' PLOWED. They told me later I was going and on about this girl I'd been seeing. Actually me and the chick had broken up."

"Um, she dumped you, Hogan." Trace clarifed.

Bodie waved him off. "Whatever...either way, I was upset, going on about this chick and how I was going to go find her and get back together with her. The girls spent like an hour trying to talk me out of it, tellin' me how this girl was bad news, I believe Vix called her a 'cheatin' worthless bitch' but the drunker I got, the more determined I got. But I tipped the scales on drinking and passed out...and THAT'S when they attaked me."

Bobby laughed. "Attacked you?"

"Yep...they knew if I woke up, I was going to go right back to my mission of getting to this girl so they decided to somehow keep me at the clubhouse. But instead of just locking me in a room or something...oh no...they had to get CREATIVE. Little shits dragged me to the middle of the clubhouse and DUCT TAPED me to the goddamn floor."

Laughs erupted from the SAMCRO guys and Tig just shook his head with amusement.

"Oh wait...wait." Bodie held a hand up. "This was AFTER they stripped me down to my boxers. Because Miss Little Genius Jaci thought that I'd put up less of a fight when I woke up if the tape was attached to my skin."

"Was she right?" Bobby inquired.

"Fuck yes, she was right!" Bodie exclaimed. "You ever ripped that shit off your body? I got permanent bald spots on my chest."

"It was goddamn classic." Trace said. "We all walk in the clubhouse the next morning and there's Bodie...lookin' like a silver mummy, wigglin' his feet and strainin', cussin' up a storm. We tortured him for damn near an hour ripping that tape off him real sloooooow."

Op cocked an eyebrow. "So did you leave that girl alone?"

Bodie grinned sheepishly. "Hell no...hooked back up with that crazy bitch for a few years. Jaci and Vix were right, she is a worthless whore but she now IS the mother of my little girl so I guess something good came out of the deal."

XXX Mind Your Manners by Motor XXX

Motor drained the last of his beer and stood up. "Shit's getting' deep in here...I'm getting some air."

He headed for the front door of the clubhouse and Tig followed; Bodie was amusing but only in small doses. The pair stood by the picnic tables and stared toward the long line of bikes.

"I don't know you put up with Hogan all the time, man." Tig teased.

"I drink a lot." Motor deadpanned in reply. They shared a laugh then a comfortable silence filled the air but it didn't last long. There was something on Motor's mind. "So you and J...you back together huh?"

"Something like that."

"How nice were you when you dumped her a while back? Did you mind your manners?"

Tig grinned with amusement."What'd she tell you?"

"She wouldn't tell me shit...and when J doesn't want to talk about something, its gotta be pretty bad."

Tig sighed and looked out over the parking lot and answered honestly, "I wasn't very nice." He heard Motor crack his knuckles next to him and turned to face his Bama club equivalent.

"Made ya a promise when I left town last time. You remember? Warned you if ya got disrespectful with her, I'd come back and break your knees." Motor said evenly. "I keep my word, brother. I'll let ya slide on the knees since ya got a bum leg and all but I'm gonna have to knock ya around a few times."

Tig cocked an eyebrow. "How many?"

Motor shrugged and thought for a moment, "Least three."

"Better make it four." Tig replied with a sigh. He couldn't believe he was LETTING a guy hit him but God knew he deserved some sort of punishment for the bullshit he had pulled with Jaci. He had walked away from her and had the best of intentions of staying away, but somewhere along the way he had gotten tripped up and turned mean. He had told Motor he wouldn't hurt her and he had flubbed his end of the deal. Now it was time to pay the Bama Piper but he was oddly ok with that. Hell, this wouldn't be the first time he had played voluntary punching bag lately. Tig took a deep breath then teased, "Sorta feels like getting whipped by my dad as a kid. This the part when you tell me its gonna hurt you worse than it'll hurt me?"

Motor grinned. "Nope." Without warning he sucker punched Tig in the gut. The air whooshed out and as Tig tried to suck in some much needed oxygen, Motor wrapped his left arm around Tig's shoulder, almost holding him in a hug... then slammed a hard right hook into his ribs.

The punches weren't pulled, they were full throttle and hurt like a bitch. Tig laughed and coughed. "Shit! Goddamn it." He caught his breath and taunted his punisher, "Oh come on, Motor...at least TRY to make it hurt!" His request was answered as Motor pulled away from him and hit him with a straight left fist to the cheek. The final punch popped Tig square in the mouth. Motor, satisfied with his hits, took a step back and shook his right hand out.

Tig let his back fall against the wall. Jesus! What's with this family and goddamn punches to the face!The four punches were quick and efficient and enough to make him very thankful that he and Motor, overall, were on the same side. Taking on the Bama SAA in a real fight would be a tough rumble, especially if Motor had an iron head. Tig spat out blood from his semi split lip and smiled at Motor, "Happy? Feel better now?"

Motor nodded and extended his hand, Tig shook it; beef officially squashed. Both fired up a cigarette and smoked for a moment in silence. When they started to walk back inside, Tig smirked and inquired, "So what happens next time?"

"That's on J now...she's the dumb ass took ya back." Motor chided lightly. "But I reckon she'll take care of ya herself IF there's another time. First time-shame on you, second time shame on her sorta thing."

"She gives as could as she gets, man...I'll tell ya that."

Motor snorted. "I don't doubt it, brother." He started to walk back to the clubhouse. "You comin'?"

"Naa...think I'll go get my wounds licked."

"Man, don't tell me shit like that." Motor chided with a grimace. He shook his head in disgust but then said, "I'll keep everyone clear for a couple hours." Tig gave him a nod and headed for his bike.

XXX Thursday Night Special XXX

Tig dialed Jaci's number as he sat on his bike. She answered and he asked simply, "You home?"

Jaci frowned at the out of the blue call. The guys were supposed to be spending the bulk of the night bullshitting at the clubhouse so she wondered why the hell he was calling. "Yeah...I just got in. Took Op's kids and Moby to see that new cartoon at the theater in Lodi."

"All three of them? At the same time?" Tig quizzed, not sure if her actions were brave or stupid. Personally, he could think of a thousand things he'd rather do that take a bunch of a kids to a movie, and being kicked in the balls was high on the list. He shook his head and got back on task. "Your roommates off playing hairdresser to the stars?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." Tig replied and then she heard the phone click. She stared dumbfounded at her cell. What the hell was that?

Ten minutes later there was a loud pounding on the front door. Jaci opened it and saw Tig standing on her front porch with a sly grin on his face. Her brow furrowed. "Why are you here exactly?"

"Bored." He answered with a smirk.

She looked him over and knew he was up to mischief. "Ooooh no. I know that look! We are NOT starting up the booty calls."

Tig laughed and started to step inside. "Oh I think we are."

Jaci pushed him back outside. "NO! This is a bad idea! My family is in town."

"Your family is preoccupied for the next couple of hours. And who gives a shit anyway? Vix is shacking up with Juice and no one's blinking an eye." He pushed inside the house and got in her face, very much invading her personal space. "Look, we're both in a good mood for a change, I'm bored, AND I haven't been properly thanked for fixing your problems, so I'm cashing in. How's that grab ya?"

She watched as he walked down the hall and made a right turn toward the bedrooms. Jaci shut and locked the front door and then followed after him, muttering. "I guess it grabs me just fine. Goddamnit, here we go."

When she reached the bedroom door, she found him standing in the middle of the room with his boots and socks already off. His cut was laid over a up nodded at her, "Besides, it's Thursday. We used to fuck all the time on Thursdays. It's tradition."

Jaci scoffed as she leaned against the door jam, "Yeah, that was before you DUMPED me because being with me was pointless and a waste of time."

"Shut up." He replied as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. That left him standing in only his jeans and she couldn't help but sigh, thinking damn he looks good as she ran her eyes over his half naked form. But as she looked closer at him, she noticed the slightly busted lip and a light red spot on his cheek. "What happened to your face?"

"Don't worry about it." He answered and started undoing his belt one handed while he stared back at her. "Turn your brain off and just come here."

She tried to return the smile he was giving her but failed. She walked over to him and ran her hands down his chest, residing herself to what was going to happen and yelling at herself to just go with it and be happy for a change. You were happy thinking about him this morning, now he's shown up to ravenge you...for God sake's go with it, girl! He leaned in and kissed her but she pulled away quickly. "Ah...your lip...I don't want to hurt you."

He shut her up by grabbing her neck to hold her still as he kissed her hard. "You can't hurt me." He warned playfully.

A smile spread across her face and she bit her lip seductively. "Is that right?" He nodded and smiled back. A second later she ran her fingers through his chest hair, clenched her fist...and yanked hard. He yelled as she let out a laughed and ran for the bed.

"Oh your ass is mine now." He warned and took off after her.

XXX Sex Can Be A Dangerous Weapon XXX

They wrestled playfully on the bed. After an extended struggle, he pinned her down, straddling her hips. He pinched her sides alternately, making her squirm and laugh. "Got guard do ya?" She asked, referrring to the wrestling position. Too many hours of watching MMA fights over the years had her up on the lingo.

"Mmmmhmmm." Tig nodded with a smile as he stared down at her. "This is really too easy. You need to start boxing with the Prospect again, you're getting weak."

"Oh am I?" Jaci questioned. She sighed and gave a fake pout. "Guess I'll just give up then. Mmm, if we're not gonna wrestle, what should we do now?" She looked up at him seductively. "Come here." She licked her lips and waited until he had leaned flat against her body, his lips nearing hers before she grabbed a handful of hair from the back of his head and yanked him to the right while rocking her hips in the same direction. She rolled with the momentum and ended up on top of him. "One, two, three!" She yelled as she slammed her hand flat against the bed. "I win...sucker." She let out a laugh and stared down at him.

"You cheated." Tig growled from underneath her.

"We were playing fair? I didn't know that."

He moved his hands to rest on her hips and he looked up at her, long dark hair hanging down towards him. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the moment, felt her weight across his hips, her hands slayed on his biceps. He kept his face blank, she had no hint of what was about to happen. He opened his eyes and smiled slightly at her, she felt only the slightest tension in his muscles a split second before she was catapulted backwards off the bed. Her back slammed against the wall and the surprised look on her face was priceless.

Jaci barely had a second to recover before Tig was off the bed and standing in front of her, pressing his body against hers. She had forgotten that playing with him could be dangerous but he was very much done with playing now. He slammed his lips against hers in a hard kiss as his hands started pushing her shirt up. All of his movements seemed to serve an illicit purpose. He broke contact long enough to roughly yank the shirt over her head. He kissed down her neck and unhooked her bra defly as he bit her collarbone. In all honesty, what was going on could probably best be described as an assault, but if that was what constitued assault, she would glady sign up for it every day for the rest of her life.

As he stripped her, there wasn't much she could do except enjoy it and cling to him. She ran her hands along his back and felt the taunt muscles tweak and stole kisses when she could and as he pushed down her jeans, leaving her completely naked, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, wanting to stop the tirade for just a second. As the kiss finally ended, she sucked on his tongue slightly, a signature move of hers that drove him crazy. He let out a growlish moan and pressed up against her. She squirmed, part from the pleasure of feeling his hardness against her but partly from pain...his opened belt buckle and zippered fly were digging into some very delicate areas.

She let out a frustrated whimper and his eyes locked onto her. Just minutes earlier, Tig's blue eyes had been playful but they had tnow urned lustful, determined and she swore they had darkened a bit, even though she knew that was impossible. He pushed against her again, admittedly just to hear that ever so slight whimper of pain from her. She reach down to work at his jeans but he drove her back against the wall. At the moment, he wanted to do things TO her, didn't want to have things done to him. He shoved his jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them as he pulled her by the wrist and pushed her onto the bed.

Surprisingly, in a lot of the past times with her, he had been very good about foreplay, even coming to like it. He'd get her worked up to the point she was practically begging for the real deal to take place, talk about an ego boost. But tonight his patience had suddenly dissolved and the only thing he gave a fuck about was getting inside her. She sat on the edge of the bed and started to scoot backwards to give him room to join her but he grabbed her by her knees and pulled her toward him forcibly. Still standing, he yanked her until her ass was just hanging off the bed.

In one fluid motion, he lined himself up and pushed inside her. Jaci let out a gasp that she immediately stiffled to a moan. He looked at down at her and saw she had her eyes squeezed shut. He was buried balls deep in her and realized that might have been a little too deep, too soon. Usually this position was one they moved to after getting started but at the moment he couldn't help himself. She felt so fucking good around him, he pumped into her a few more times before pulling out.

"Ok, ok." He breathed as he tried to control himself long enough to let her crawl backwards to the middle of the bed. The second she was settled, he covered his body with hers and slid into her again without pretense. He kissed her jawline and bit at her earlobe, while he whispered more of an explantion rather than an apology, "That's what you get for making me wait." He pushed deeper inside of her and heard her moan, a good moan this time. She was more than able to handle what he was giving her now and she snaked her arms down his back.

"Two fuckin' weeks...are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" He panted as he fucked her. He was lost in lust or he never would have admitted that he had gone that long. He had plently of ass to choose from at the chlubhouse but since hooking back up with Jaci the night of the salon fire, he had become disinterested with other women for the moment. SHE was the chase, the goal.

Jaci focused on moving her body in rhythm with his but managed to mumble, "Sorry." She saw him give the slightest of nods. "Sorry for making you wait..." He finally slowed his motion and started pulling out almost all the way and then sliding back inside at a deliberate measured pace, which he knew drove her crazy. She spread her legs wider, wanting him deeper inside. "Never... should have made...mmmmm...shouldn't make you wait." She breathed and gave up on talking, forming words was now in competition with getting off.

In his head, he called it the Long Stroke and fuckin' loved the way it let him feel her along every inch of him. As good as it was for him, it was all of that with a tinge of frustration for Jaci. The stroke felt amazing but what she was really after was the nudge against her clit that she got each time he pushed back inside her.

After a few moments of it, he knew Jaci was going to come. Her breathing picked up paced and she let out a series of little moans. He fought back a smile as she grabbed his ass with both her hands and moved his hips faster in the rhythm that she needed. Slow and controlled had got her there but fast and hard would push her over the top. He leaned closer to her as her moans turned to screams. "That's it...let me hear it. Fuckin' let me hear it." She obliged with a run of muttered cuss words and small screams. She didn't understand why but she always cussed when she came.

"Shit...hurry up...hurry up." He breathed. Her coming was about to pull him over the edge with her. "I don't wanna blow like this... FUCK...hurry up." She pushed her hips up against him hard and slow. He thought she was just riding out the aftershocks but after the third time he realized she was TRYING to make him come. He snorted a laugh without meaning to and muttered, "Oh fuck you" as he pulled out of her.

Jaci laughed and smiled up at him, knowing she was busted on her evil deed. She laid back flat on the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. Tig sat on his knees with a hand on her thigh and gave her a hard slap on the leg. "Devil."

"What?" Jaci asked, feigning innocence. "What's so bad about coming WITH me?"

"Nothing." Tig answered. "But I haven't fucked you from behind in goddamn ever. THAT'S how I'm going out tonight." He up-nodded at her. "Assume the position." She laughed quietly and crawled to the other end of the bed. She moved onto her knees facing the headboard without a word.

She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled flirtatiously. "Is this better?"

"Mmmhmmm." He ran his hand down her back and gently pushed her head down and lifted her hips with his hands. He slid inside her from behind easily, she was still wet from their previous go. He let out a satisfied moan. "Goddamn, I've missed this."

The overwhelming sense of urgency subsided for a moment and Tig just moved slowly, enjoying the sensations. Then Jaci made the devious move of lifting her ass ever so slightly higher, a move that completely amped up the friction and usually undid him. He shook his head and smiled, if she wanted to get it going, he could get it going.

A few minutes later they were really going at it. Tig had one hand curled around her left hip and his right hand gripped the headboard, which pounded against the wall each time he slammed into her. He heard a banging noise above his head but didn't pay any attention, his eyes were half closed and he was completely focused on the task at hand. Jaci was just beginning to moan, she rarely came with him behind but he suddenly wondered if he could pull off a double for her that night. She started pushing back against him more than normal. He looked down at the back of her head, loving her sudden increased interest, the more movement the better. "Can you get it?"

"I don't know." She breathed. Pleasure was building and she gripped the sheets with her fists. "Keep going...oh shit...mmmmmm...harder...harder!"

He picked up his pace and moved his hand from her hip to her left shoulder for more leverage. The clanging noise above his head got louder. Clang, clang, clang! What the fuck is that? Annoyed, he glanced up... just in time to a large metal decorative scroll come flying off its nail and start to fall toward the bed...and Jaci's head. He had a split second to react and flung himself down on top of her. "SHIT!" He exclaimed and covered her head with his left arm before threw his right hand up to protect his own skull. The metal bar slammed onto his hand but thankfully his row of rings took the brunt of the impact. "Goddamnit!"

Jaci had no clue what had happened, she just knew that suddenly Tig had tackled her and now laid on top of her. Her face was buried in a pillow and she couldn't breath. She struggled beneath him and he finally eased his weight off her slightly but stayed mostly on top of her. "What the hell?"

Tig rested his weight on his left elbow and held the huge metal scroll in his right hand. He hefted the object in his hand, feeling the weight of it. He seemed a little stunned and tried to catch his breath. "Shit...has that always been up there?"

She looked behind her to see what he was holding and realized what had happened. "No...its new."

"Damn...you could have killed us." He mused and sort of laughed, completely distracted by the incident. "Man, that would crack a skull. Could you imagine the obituary if that fuckin' thing had killed me? Rough sex and metal thingy contributes to ..."

"Ornate decoration". Jaci suggested flatly as she sank her belly flat on the bed, both embarrassed and frustrated. She had been 60 seconds away from a possibly brilliant orgasm only to be interrupted by a fluke decorating choice.

Tig laughed, "Yeah, that's better...ornate decoration contributes to death of revered local mechanic and biker."

Jaci snorted and looked back at him, "Revered? I think that's pushing it a little. More like INFAMOUS local mechanic and biker."

"Oooh, INFAMOUS...I like the way you think." He replied with a smile and tossed the metal scroll to the floor with a thud. "Never once did I think I'd get a sexual injury with YOU... of all people." He brushed her hair off her back to kiss her neck and something else new caught his attention, her PARKER tattoo. He shifted his weight and curved his body against hers, tracing the tattoo with his finger. "When'd you get this? It's badass." Before he could stop his brain, he wondered how TRAGER would look tattooed on her somewhere. He shook his head and scolded himself. Fuckin' idiot, shut up.

She realized what he was looking at. "Got it the night before you dumped me." Before he could respond she pushed her ass against him. "Um, we were sorta in the middle of something. Can we get back to that? Your talking is screwing things up."

"It's fuckin', how can you screw it up?" He was very thankful for her desire to get back to business and not start a serious conversation. He slapped her on the ass playfully. "Jesus, lighten up...relax. I'll make it worth your while. Promise ya that."

XXX

After they had both gotten off, they had cleaned up and then collasped back on the bed. He dozed off with Jaci in his arms but aburptly woke up after a few short minutes. He figured he didn't have long before people started piling into the house for the night; he needed to get going. He kissed her and then slid out of bed, grabbing his clothes off the floor. He pulled on his jeans and rolled his shoulders. "Goddamn, I'm tired."

"Being an asshole's hard work, huh?" Jaci asked playfully. She sat with her back against the headboard, the bedsheet pulled around her.

Tig smirked. "I'll show you hard..."

She laughed but then turned serious for a moment. She thought back over the night and concluded Tig did have a point. No one had said a word about Vix and Juice shacking up. It was stupid for her to be denying him time with her while the Bama guys were vistiting. Her only explaination was that she was used to keeping her relationship with Tig a secret, she had automatically began playing it down when company had arrived. "Hey...you don't have to go...if you don't want." She frowned slightly, a little nervous of his reaction to her next offer. "I mean...you could stay the night."

He smirked as he pulled his boots on. "You really want TNT hearing you scream OH GOD over and over? I guess we could play it off like you found Jesus or something."

"We could just SLEEP, you know."

"Yeah, I know." He replied but continued getting dressed, pulling his t-shirt over his head and smoothing it out. He did appreciate her asking him to stay, it meant something but he wasn't going to take her up on it, make her feel weird in the morning when her family was staring at him over breakfast. Motor punching him was enough. He wasn't going to take any more shit from anyone about her. He played off the invitation. "I can't stay though...by definition, you're not supposed to spend the night with a booty call."

She smiled, "Oh, well...yeah, we can't go screwing that up. You've got a reputation to protect after all." He grinned at her and they both knew they were on good footing with each other. She watched as he pulled on his cut and then dug his wallet out of his pocket. He weeded through it and threw several bills on her dresser.

"What's that?"

He shrugged. "Half your medical bills, I figured I'm at least HALF a pain in your ass."

She jumped out of bed and confronted him, wearing only her panties and bra. She grabbed the money and counted it, $500! She shoved the money at him. "Nononono. I'm not taking that."

"Yes you are." He shoved the money back toward her.

"No I'm NOT."

"You will or I'll tell your sister and the Bama boys about your little medical condition." He fired back bluntly. "Can you IMAGINE the shit fit they'd throw if they knew you were on meds?"

Jaci gave him an incredulous look. "That's the worst blackmail scheme ever."

"Not if it works." He replied with a shrug. "I'm playing nice, Jaci...take the goddamn money."

They stared at each other for a long while before she relented. "Fine." She sighed. "Could you have least dropped the money at a more appropriate time instead of after a booty call?"

"Best $500 I ever spent." He laughed as he walked out of her bedroom. "See ya tomorrow sometime."

She stood in the middle of her bedroom for a few minutes, stunned at the money in her hand. Finally, flipped off the light, walked over to her bed and put the money in the bedside cabinet. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up, settling in for the night. She sighed and stared at the wall. Wow.

Oh oh, I want some more
Oh oh, What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Oh oh, I want some more
Oh oh, What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight

Hush, hush- the world is quiet
Hush, hush- we both can't fight it
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
Whoa, I won't sleep tonight

~ Animal, Neon Trees