Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 106

she said. "Why don't you take another look around and make sure you don't have any more questions, then give me your decision. I'll be around back on the porch."

Instead of watching her walk to the gate, he went the other way and pretended to be evaluating the job, even though he knew his answer. it seemed too good to be true, even without the fringe benefits. He probably wouldn't ever take her up on the use of her pool, but she had a riding lawnmower. That meant he could mow the lawn and do the pool cleaning in two hours. That's fifty bucks an hour, sweet.

Evan tapped on the door, then started opening it. The largest dog he'd ever seen made him stop. "Ah," he croaked.

Style smiled and said, "Sit, Brutus." The dog sat at her feet and looked up at her like he wanted something. She rubbed his head and he seemed satisfied. "He's friendly, I promise."

"Good, that's good, because he's huge."

"Yes he is, but he's a pussy cat. Well, have you decided?"

"Yes," he said, "I'd like to do it."

"Good, I'm glad. When will you start?"

"Tomorrow, pretty early, if that's okay."

She straddled the dog and walked forward until his shoulders were against her crotch. "That's fine by me," she said and held the dog's ears while scratching the sides of his head.

"I might bring a friend to help me get the first big cleanup done quickly. I'll pay him."

"Okay, that's smart," she said. "You might need some help. I can be a slave driver."

The expression on her face made her choice of words seem less than coincidental. Evan glanced at the five person hot tub, and said, "See you tomorrow."

She said, "I'm about to jump in there."

He didn't think it was an invitation to join her, so he said goodbye again, and headed to his car, suspecting Ms. Style was getting out of her clothes while he walked. Maybe I should think of something The expression on her face made her choice of words seem less than coincidental. Evan glanced at the five person hot tub, and said, 'See you tomorrow."

She said, "I'm about to jump in there."

He didn't think it was an invitation to join her, so he said goodbye again, and headed to his car, suspecting Ms. Style was getting out of her clothes while he walked. Maybe I should think of something I forgot to ask?

A text from Deana surprised him. She wanted a ride home from Rebecca's house. That would give them a chance to talk, and that was a good thing, he thought. He had a thirty-minute drive to figure out what to say to her. That shouldn't be any harder than creating the opening paragraph for a novel.

Candy sat at her desk and stared at Sally's letter. When somebody dies, at some point you finally accept that they're gone forever, even if you still think about them. In a way, it had been like her sister died, but acceptance never came and she continued to grieve. Never had she stopped wondering where Sally was or under what circumstances she lived.

She placed her hand on the letter and closed her eyes, then summoned the image of her sister that she had always chosen when she missed her. The pregnant teenager's smile was radiant. Her thick red hair was tied back, her freckled cheeks glowed, and her huge breasts were heavy, resting on her bulging belly. They had both been so excited about Sally's baby and talked nonstop about raising it together. It was a devastating blow when Sally gave her baby away. Was that why Candy got pregnant herself? No, she was naive and careless, it wasn't intentional as Sally and Bobby had accused.

When Candy's breasts and belly were full, there wasn't any excitement and enthusiasm like there had been for Sally's baby. Reality set in, along with fear. It wasn't a doll, a baby doll she could toss aside when she was done playing mommy. All the fears Sally must have felt set in, but she didn't have Sally or Bobby's support. Hadn't they driven her to John, then turned on her?

The angry look on Sally's face when she said John wasn't a good person, came to Candy's mind. What were her exact words? "That man is a-"

The knock and the door opening were simultaneous, and Candy jumped. "You're supposed to wait until someone says come in."

"I know," Gloria said, "Deana tells me that same thing, but you have a lock, so I figured if you were doing something I wouldn't want to see, you'd-

"Gloria." She forced the stern mother's face. "Your-"The word father stuck in her throat-"You know better."

"Sorry, Mom, Gloria said. "I know your doctor junk is important work and I'll remember to knock and wait."

"Don't be smart," she said, fighting a smirk. "What do you want?"

"After practice would it be okay if I go over to Alex's and spend the night?"

"Did she ask her mother?"

"Yes, she's cool with it and she's picking me up for practice, so Evan doesn't have to take me. Where is Evan?"

"Working. Maybe you should get a job?"

"No, I'm too young to work," Gloria sald and kissed her. "I'll call you later."

Candy watched Gloria leave, then got up to closed the door behind her. She had everything she needed and was a carefree kid Hadn't she done the right thing marrying John?

It was a twenty-five-minute drive from Ms. Style's to Darlene's trailer park, and ten minutes after Jason dropped her off he was still trying to make sense of their conversation. Unfortunately, the fuckin' redhead was an enigma. He had no understanding of their relationship, if it could be called a relationship. How was he supposed to act next time he saw her? More important, could he trust her? Sure, his ace was Brutus, but Darlene had Becky. In other words, "She's got the jack, jack, jack..." Incest trumped bestiality any day, especially considering he'd let Brutus lick his balls clean. He was in over his head and needed help.

Becky was on the phone with Darlene when he got home. Her grin made him think he was in over his head with cinder blocks tied to his feet, and his sister wasn't going to be any help. He wondered how much Darlene was telling Becky and how would she react to it?