Nessa lets out a long sigh, as if she is hard done-by.
“You have perfect breasts,” she says.
Now I’m getting uncomfortable. This woman has no shame.
“She got them from me.”
We all turn to my mom standing in the doorway, looking somewhere between puzzled and amused.
No one locks their doors down here. Everyone knows this is Hudson’s place, and he’d kick the shit out of anyone who came in here unwelcomed.
“Rosa, where’ve you been?” Waverley asks. “You’re missing all the fun.”
“So I hear.” She comes around the chair I’m sitting in and sets some snacks and a six-pack on the coffee table, then leans her ass on the arm of my chair. “I was watching Rip almost getting his neck broken.”
“What did he do now?”
“Who is Rip?” Nessa asks.
“New Prospect,” Rosa tells her. “He’s clumsy as shit. He was stumbling around drunk out front of the clubhouse and leaned against one of the bikes.”
“Uh oh,” Waverley covers her mouth. Mostly because she is trying not to laugh. “How many?”
“Seven. All went tumbling down with his dumb ass lying on top of Ink’s bike. I was passing and saw the whole thing.”
“Well it was an accident, right?” Nessa turns her head between us all, blonde curls swishing. At least she’s let go of her boobs.
“Did you forget their bikes are extensions of their dicks?” I drawl.
“There was a lot of screaming and shouting. Handlebar had to get Rip out of there before someone strung him up.”
My heart jumps at the mention of his name. Mom looks down at me for the briefest of moments.
“It’s not so much that he knocked them down,” Mom goes on. “Bikes have a lot of protruding parts.”
“Says you,” Waverley snorts.
“They can get tangled up, and it’s hard to pick them apart. They lock in together.”
“You’re making it worse, mother,” I indicate Waverley who is reading all kinds of innuendo into what Mom is saying. Nessa is laughing now too.
“Well then, it’s like a gang bang up there,” she winks. “They’re all huddling around the bikes trying to figure it out, holding each other,giving directionto one another.”
The laughter gets louder, and I begrudgingly give in to it. Not just mom lowering the tone, but the thought of them trying to get their bikes separated. They’re probably all drunk too.
“Let’s go watch,” Nessa shouts.
Waverley cheers. “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”
“No, come on. We said we’d stay away.”
“That was before this happened,” Waverley hops up and grabs her sneakers. “I’d pay to see this.”
Mom earns a scowl from me. She winks again as she pops open a beer and takes a few swallows. Nessa and Waverley are already on their way out.
“Did you have to do that?” I set down my undrunk wine.
“You and I can stay right here, honey.” She pats my shoulder.
