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“No,” the answer came quickly.

“You see yourself ever being
able
to love a woman? To be able to give yourself to someone?” he rocked his chair and waited on an answer.

“Well, depends on the woman, I suppose. I imagine if I meet the right person, and she can make me comfortable that …”

“Okay. Stop,” Teddy interrupted, leaning his chair onto all four legs.

He placed his hands on the edge of the table, and
squinted his eyes, “I’m gonna say some shit. You may or may not like it, but it needs to be said.”

“Your mom, Doc.
She’s gone. Ain’t nothing gonna change that. Let her
be gone
. Let go of her. It don’t mean you don’t care. It don’t mean you forgot her. It just means you’re ready to live. Ready to get on with it. The fact that some simple minded drunken sum bitch hit your mom at a stop light don’t mean every woman you ever meet is gonna leave you. Shit. You’re the fucking educated man, act like it.”

“This isn’t about my mother, Teddy,” I interrupted.

“It damn sure is,” he pushed himself away from the table.

“I look at it this way. We got three options in life. Get busy living, get busy just being, or get busy dying. You’re somewhere between dying and just being. You’re living your life making excuses for why you can’t live your life,” he stood up and finished what was left of his beer.

“Well, I think…” I hadn’t even got started finishing my though process when Teddy interrupted.

“I think we’re done talking about this. That’s what I think. Start
lovin’ that girl or do with her what you’ve done with every other woman. Tell her to kick rocks,” he said as he walked around the table toward me.

“I’m going back to the scene of the crime, I gotta piss,” he laughed.

“Scene of the crime?” I asked.

“Yeah, where you whipped that kids ass the other night.
In front of the pisser,” he laughed over his shoulder as he walked toward the door that led into the restaurant.

As he walked in, I tried to convince myself I would have fought the kid over any number of circumstances of him being disrespectful to a woman. Without a doubt, I would have stood up for any woman that he treated with disrespect – if he did so in my presence. But he wasn’t being disrespectful to
any woman
. He was being disrespectful to Kelli.
My baby girl.
I gritted my teeth when I thought about it.

As adults, we are who we are. Change, in an adult, is extremely difficult. It takes time, and ultimately takes tremendous effort. I have never been in a loving relationship. That doesn’t mean I can’t do so. It does mean it wouldn’t be second nature for me. It would take time, effort, and a willingness to change. The question, I suppose, was whether or not I was willing or wanting to make changes.

Teddy walked into the patio area holding another beer in his hand, laughing.

“This is so fucking cold it hurts to hold it,” he laughed. The beer mug gripped tightly in his hand.

“That’s why it has a handle on it, dumb ass,” I chuckled.

“I’m just saying, this beer is so god damned cold it hurts,” he set the new beer mug down on the table and moved his empty mug to the side.

“I suppose letting the court decide what to do with that fuckin’ Slick was the best thing for the club. Hard to swallow, having a thief get away with being a thief. He’ll get what he’s got coming, I imagine,” Teddy mumbled as he rubbed his beard in his palm.

“Time will tell. Probably will be a few months before we know. At least we’re free of any involvement for a while,” I responded.

“So when are you and baby girl talking to her dad, or have ya?” Teddy asked.

“Well, we haven’t yet. She’s going to have to in the next few days. He’s expecting her to leave here pretty damned quick. Hell, I told her I would go with her,” I exhaled.

“She’s avoiding the situation,” I continued.

“He’s liable to wanna whip that ass of yours. Hell, you’re fuckin’ his twenty year old daughter.
Trashy assed biker fucking his rich daughter. Yep, I see a fight comin’ out of this,” he jokingly clenched his fists and punched them in the air.

“Twenty-two, she’s twenty-two,” I corrected him.

“Oh hell, my bad, Doc. He’ll be fine with it then. That’ll make all the difference in the world,” he said as he nodded his head.

“We’ll figure it out in the next few days.” I responded, thinking about the process of talking to her father.

“Last night I told Kelli she had to ask permission to have orgasms. We were fucking in the shower, and she had an orgasm that made her collapse. She damn near passed out,” I said, changing the subject.

Teddy choked as he was drinking his beer, and began coughing violently.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah,
gimme a second,” he said as he coughed into his hand.

“You make her ask your
permission
to have an orgasm? She’s got to ask you first?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I nodded.

“What in the absolute fuck is wrong with you? You’re a sick sum bitch. Seriously, you’re some power hungry fuckin’ weirdo. I always knew you was strange, but holy fuck Doc. Permission?
What the fuck?
” he laughed and shook his head side-to-side.

“It teaches her control. She’ll learn to regulate her orgasms. It makes them that much more intense. She said last night while we were in bed that the orgasm in the shower was the most intense one of her life,” I started laughing as I spoke, thinking of what Teddy was probably thinking.

“It also makes her happy to have me be in control. For me to make the decisions, call the shots, and make the rules. It makes her as happy…or more so than it makes me,” I added.

“So what happens if she just
has
the big ‘O’? If she just says, ‘fuck it’ and cums all on her own? Without
The Erik Almighty
giving his permission?” he tossed his hands in the air waved them from side-to-side.

“You gonna whip her? Spank her? Toss her off the roof? What?” he laughed.

“Probably nothing. But she doesn’t know that,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“So it’s a joke? Just for show?” he laughed as he took a drink of his beer.

“Well, it’s tough to explain, Teddy. It’s me controlling her that makes her happy. I tell her what I want. She does it. Pleasing me pleases her. She likes it when I do certain things, or say certain things. Just like calling her
baby girl
. Most girls wouldn’t care, or hell…some would be turned off by it. For Kelli, it makes her feel comfortable to hear it. It’s like a reassurance of sorts. It makes her feel loved,” I explained.

“Oh, so you wanna make her
feel
loved, just don’t wanna love her,” he laughed.

“I can’t win with you today, can I?” I complained.

“Probably not. I’m in a mood. I like that damned Heather, Doc. She’s good for me. You know how that shit works. You buy a new bike, you want your buddy to buy one. You get a boat, you want your buddy to buy a boat. You get a girl, you want your buddy to get a girl,” he took a breath, rubbed his beard, and continued.

“You know, it’s like
goin’ down to that casino and gamblin’. People go down there and get on the slots. Worst odds in the fucking house. Some play the craps, ‘cause they’re better odds. Roulette is the best odds, I think.
Fifty-fifty
. Life is about playing the odds – minimizing your risk,” he stood, finished his beer, and continued.

“And the odds of Kelli doin’ you wrong are slim and damn near none. That poor little girl adores you. Being with her ain’t a gamble. The gamble, Doc, is
you,
” he said, pointing his finger at me from across the table.

One of the reasons Teddy and I were so close was the fact that he wasn’t afraid to challenge me. Teddy was a simple man with simple ways. If Teddy had something to say, he said it. He may not
always
be right, and I may not always agree with him.

But.

If Teddy said it, you could bank on the fact that
he
believed it.

The gamble, Doc, is you.

.

KELLI.
“As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” Erik said as he pointed toward the highway.

I checked my seat belt to make sure it was buckled.

This was going to be exciting.

Erik’s car was a BMW M3. Having been around BMW’s my entire life, and working at the dealership, I knew about BMW’s M series of cars. Erik’s car was basically a race car driven on the street. His car could be driven from a garage at home to the track and race against just about anything and win, as long as the driver knew
how
to drive.

“And, I am going to keep driving as fast as I can down the highway, and no matter what speed limit I reach,” he paused.

I turned and looked at him, my heart racing.

“I won’t slow down,” he said.

He gripped the wheel with both hands.

“There’s two…well, let’s say
three
things that’ll get me to slow down. We’ll either wreck, get arrested – because I will
not
stop if the police try to pull me over, or you’re going to make me cum,” he turned and faced me.

“You.
What? I’m confused,” I said, trying to remember what he said exactly.

The light turned green.

He gripped the wheel and took off. He hit the paddle shifter. Second gear. He hit it again. Third gear. I leaned over and looked at the speedometer. We weren’t even off the on ramp and he was going 105 miles an hour.

“This could get really ugly really quick, baby girl,” he said in a firm tone as he shifted gears again.

“I must have missed something,” I half screamed over the sound of the car accelerating.

He shifted again.

He swerved left.

He swerved back to the right.

The force of him changing lanes forced me to the center of the car. I glanced up at the speedometer. 135 miles an hour.

“Oh my God, Erik, we’ll go to jail,” I screamed.

“Well, I’d get busy if I were you,” he said as he changed lanes to get around a truck.

“Get busy?” I screamed, scared.

“I told you. We either get arrested, wreck, or you make me cum. After one of those three things happen, this is over,” he stared straight ahead.

I thought about what he said. He was not joking.
This. Was. Insane. I leaned to the left, and was caught by the seatbelt.

Reluctantly, I reached down and unbuckled the belt. I leaned over to his seat, being careful to stay clear of the steering wheel. I turned my head to the right, 145 miles per hour.

We are going to die.

I unzipped his pants, dug around in his pants with my finger, and pulled his limp cock out.

I immediately started sucking as hard and as fast as I could. His cock grew in my mouth. Up and down the shaft, I moved my mouth, slurping and slobbering more than normal. I heard him downshift and the sound of a horn.

Oh my God.
This is insane. He’s insane.

I closed my eyes.

His cock, now rigid, was working into my throat. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, and rotated my head side-to-side. Licking and slurping, I pressed the shaft with my tongue.

Nothing.

I spit in my hand and started jacking it as fast as I could, sucking the head, and licking the rim.

Nothing.

Back to sucking, slurping, and slobbering, I worked the entire length in and out of my throat. I moaned and growled as I sucked.

Nothing.

He down shifted two gears.

“Fucking traffic,” he screamed.

I sat up and looked ahead. Traffic had not stopped, but there was a large bunch of cars at the merge of two highways. He had slowed to 50 miles an hour.

I leaned back into my seat and kicked of my shoes. Hurriedly, I pulled my shirt and tossed it in the rear seat. I yanked my sports bra over my head and tossed it. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, and kicked them to the floor.

He accelerated. The exhaust roared. He stared straight ahead, both hands on the wheel.

I leaned into his seat with my left arm in his lap, and my knees on my seat. I raised my butt into the air, and reached bet
ween my legs with my right hand and started fingering my pussy with two fingers. In about five seconds, I was there.

“Oh my fucking God, Erik…”

“I’m going to…”

“Cum.”

Holy fucking fuck. This is way exciting.

I fingered myself furiously.

“I’m going to again!” I screamed.

“Oh my fucking…”

I pressed my palm against my clit. I opened my eyes, and looked down. His cock twitched.

He shifted gears.

The sound of the exhaust roared as he accelerated. He changes lanes, shifting me in the seats. Quickly, he changed lanes again. I swayed. And again. This felt like a roller coaster.

I buried my face on his cock and started sucking furiously. My mouth working up and down the shaft completely, I sucked as I fingered my pussy. A huge orgasm mounted. I felt like I was swelling inside. With two fingers, I fingered my pussy as deep as I could, my hand soaked.