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cackled.
    Every once in a while Kay would make a sly joke about the money Naomi’s family once had. Naomi was sitting pretty at the present but it was nothing like the money her family once had.  She had the luxury of being a stay at home mom but she was already looking forward to a career when Andy was a little bit older. She planned to work.
    “Knock, knock,” said Foley as he entered the house.
    Kay dashed to the kitchen doorway.
    “Who is there?” she asked seductively.
    Foley was clearly uncomfortable.
    “Just letting you know I am picking up my bike,” he said shyly.
    “Give us a sec,” Naomi whispered to Kay.
    She joined Foley at the front door and walked him out.  It was a spectacular summer day. 
    “I am so sorry to involve you in all of this,” she said.
    “You didn’t,” he said. “Daryl Pollard made his own bed.  It might get all tangled because I am the guy he approached to have you killed and I am the guy who hauled his butt to jail but it will work itself out.”
    “You aren’t in any trouble are you?” she asked.
    “Not me. John. But that’s just worry.  No one is in trouble as of yet. John’s honest.  He has faith. He didn’t do anything wrong. Pollard was acting like a jackass in the squad car and John needed my help.  Case closed,” said Foley.
    Naomi grinned.  “Did you hit him?”
    “I mighta grazed him with my elbow or something.  Those squad cars are little. I like my bike.  Like wearing a pair of shoes when you’re used to going barefoot.”
    “So you winged him with your elbow.  Case closed,” Naomi repeated as she looked up at him with adoration.
    He caught her gazed at him.  A smile curled his lips.  She winked at him.  He bent down and kissed her so so slowly. He cupped the back on her head and parted his lips.  The trees swayed above them.
    “I will come by later on and see how you’re doing,” he said. “John says he’s staying in jail till the morning.”
    “Hey,” she whispered.
    “Yes,” he whispered back.
    “I know this is short notice and all,” she continued in a hush.
    “Yes,” he laughed.
    “But will you come by my house tonight and have sex with me?” she said.
    “Oh my God yes,” he said as he practically mauled her.
    Once again, Naomi had that sensation of experiencing her front yard for the first time.  In the arms of this stranger who felt like her best friend.
    “Okay now,” she said gently pushing him back.  “Better git.”
    “I am going to work,” he murmured. “Remodeling a monster mansion over at Dale Farm Estates.   I should be off by night fall.”
    “I kept you, didn’t I?” she said apologetically.
    “Baby you can keep me anytime but no, you didn’t.  I am a big boy,” he said.
    “Man are you,” she said, pressing her eyelids shut in recollection.
    His face washed with a sensual smile.
    “I make my own decisions,” he assured her.
    “Okay,” she said.
    “I’ll give you a call about the truck if I hear anything,” he said.
    “You mean car,” she gently corrected.
    He smiled. 
    “Baby, a Suburban is a truck,” he said with a wink.
    It seemed like they were not making much progress in their good-byes.  Finally Foley sauntered to his bike, swung his magnificent leg over and mounted. Naomi could watch that all day long.  He fired up the engine and coasted down the winding road back down the hill. Naomi went inside to Kay.
    “Was that him?” Kay asked.  “Naomi Wellington slumming it!  Your mama must be rolling around in her grave.”
    “Oh hey,” she said. “Please stop saying things like that.  And she’s not.  She would like him.  Daddy too.  He works for a living, for one.”
    “Really? But just not today,” said Kay.
    “Hey neither are we,” said Naomi.  “He did go to work as a matter of fact.”
    Kay was recently divorced and living in her house for the time being. She, like Naomi, did not have a job.  And as much time as they spent together,  Kay was way more