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her hands. She forced a grin, making it seem as if she had suddenly decided to help Miss Rose herself.
     
    Looking at Joe as if she just noticed him, Gloria hugged her arms around her small frame. “Hey, Mr. Murphy,” she said, her voice cheerful, if a little obligatory. “Haven’t seen you at Saint Barnaby’s much.”
     
    “Working too much,” Joe said. He tugged the strap of his shoulder bag halfheartedly and smiled.
     
    “If you and Molly ever need a sitter,” Gloria said, cutting her eyes briefly toward Donnell, “I may have some availability this summer.”
     
    Gloria grinned. Bit her lip.
     
    Joe nodded, enjoying Gloria’s smile. An image of her flashed through his mind: her in the front seat of his Volvo, head averted, eyes out the window. The way she gently rocked her hips to show her pleasure. How she eventually raised her bottom from the seat, arched her back. Squeezed her thighs together. Moaned.
     
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” Joe said.
     
    Donnell kept his face unreadable.
     
    Making her way to the kitchen, Gloria said over her shoulder: “I can always use the extra money.”
     
    Joe turned his head, grinning. Looking into the other room, Joe saw the boy standing now, kicking off his pants. He still wore his baggy T-shirt, his stupid hat. He looked ridiculous, dick bobbing in front of him.
     
    “You should go,” Cutter said to Joe.
     
    Donnell handed Joe a fat envelope. Joe looked to Donnell, then back to Cutter, then back to Donnell. He slapped the envelope into the palm of his hand. Felt its heft. Smiled. Slipping back the top flap, he peeked inside. Thumbed the cash.
     
    “I’m going to wait for the girl,” Joe said, his smile gone now.
     
    There was a pause where no one spoke.
     

    “Make sure she gets home safe,” Joe said.
     
    Cutter reached for the backpack as Joe watched. He waited for it. He’d already made his choices tonight and there was nothing left to do but hold his ground. Not everyone was going to leave here happy. That much was clear.
     
    Donnell gestured to Cutter with his hand. Shook his head. Holding Donnell’s gaze for a minute, Cutter withdrew his hand from the backpack.
     
    “You like that girl?” Donnell asked.
     
    Veronica moaned, a sob filled more with sting than pleasure this time. Joe didn’t have to turn to understand what was happening. The boy was pressing the head of his penis against her tight little asshole. He heard her speak through gritted her teeth. “Please,” she hissed. “ Please, please, please .”
     
    “I like her dad,” Joe said. “I do business with him. He’s my partner.”
     
    Donnell considered this for a beat.
     
    “After he’s done,” Donnell said, indicating the boy fucking Veronica. “You can drive her home.” Donnell glanced into the kitchen, but didn’t say anything more. Joe nodded. He stuffed his envelope into his jacket and turned to wait.
     
    Veronica sighed, then exhaled nosily. The boy knelt behind her, rocking his hips.
     
    “Where’s my cock?” he hissed, his gold cap gleaming in his mouth.
     
    “Where’s my cock?” he asked again, this time louder.
     
    He ground his groin against her bottom.
     
    She tried to catch her breath. Sucking air through pursed lips, blowing it back out. She was on her elbows, down low. Her stiff nipples just barely touching the sheets.
     
    “Up,” she said weakly. “Up … up my ass.” She snorted.
     
    He laughed and ground his dick into her. He looked into the other room to make sure the others were watching.
     
    “Where?” the boy demanded.
     
    “In my ass,” Veronica wailed. She snorted, then laughed in between breathy exhales. “Jesus,” she said. “It’s in my ass.”
     
    Veronica seemed to pass some corner where the initial pain turned to pleasure. She looked into the other room with her mouth open, her breathing ragged. And then the boy moved his hips and everything changed again. She gasped. Her face contorted with the riot of