Chapter 44

I was in my late thirties, now, and I had to admit that it might be getting a little old, trying to screw a different guy every night, especially after one upstart little twink at a bar recently had called me ‘Grandpa.’ That hadn’t gone down well, especially after I punched him in the nose. So what if I had a little gray in my hair? People were superficial little shits, sometimes. They could also be mean and ugly, and I’d seen enough of that in my previous incarnation in law enforcement before becoming sheriff.

Was it too much to ask to find someone who would see me as more than just a slut, but not mind if I wanted to keep things open and be with someone else, every now and then? Probably. Hell, I was confused myself just thinking about it. This wasn’t like me at all.

Didn’t mean I wouldn’t keep wishin’ and hopin’.

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Russ

That ass could bounce quarters. Or hay bales.