Peyton's Pleasure (13 page)

“
You
’
r
e
f
ull of
shit, too,”
she
s
a
id.

“
H
e’
s
a
g
rea
t
g
u
y
,
P
e
y
t
on.
B
ut
h
e’
s
not
g
oi
n
g
t
o
be
looking
f
or
f
o
re
v
e
r
. Th
a
t
’
s just not his s
t
y
l
e
.”

“
Th
e
n
h
e’
s
p
er
f
ec
t
f
o
r
m
e
.
You
kn
o
w
I
’
m
not
looking
f
o
r
a
n
y
thi
n
g
p
e
r
m
a
n
e
nt.
J
ust a
g
ood
f
u
c
k bud
d
y
.
”

“
I do
n
’
t
g
e
t
y
ou.
W
h
y
d
on
’
t
y
ou
w
a
nt
to
s
e
ttle
down?
You
’r
e
not
g
e
tti
n
g
a
n
y
y
ou
n
g
er
,
P
e
y
ton,”
he
s
a
id.

“
A
r
e
y
ou
ca
lling
m
e
old
?
”
she
t
ea
s
e
d.

This
w
a
s
old
h
a
t
to
h
er
.
He
a
l
w
a
y
s
ur
g
e
d
h
e
r
to
p
i
c
k
som
e
one
a
nd m
a
ke
a
n
e
st.
S
he
w
a
sn
’
t
the
n
e
sting
t
y
p
e
.
S
he
h
a
d
n
e
v
e
r
m
e
t
a
n
y
one who
b
r
ou
g
ht
it
out
in
h
e
r
e
ith
er
.
Of
c
ou
r
s
e
,
she
didn
’
t
t
e
nd
to d
a
te
a
n
y
o
n
e
looking
f
or
a
re
l
a
tionship outside
of
s
e
x
.

“
W
e
ll,
a
s
long
a
s
y
ou
k
now
a
h
e
a
d
of
tim
e
.
”
G
r
a
d
y took
a
noth
e
r swig of
the
b
e
e
r
.
“
He
ju
s
t
mov
e
d
h
er
e
fr
om
D
a
ll
a
s.
Got
ti
re
d
of
the
ra
t
rac
e
th
e
r
e
a
nd
s
e
mi
-re
t
i
re
d
h
ere
.
W
o
r
ks
out
of his
home
some
a
nd m
a
k
e
s a
f
e
w t
r
ips b
ac
k to
D
a
ll
a
s now
a
nd th
e
n
.
”

“
S
ounds too
g
ood to be
t
r
ue
to m
e
, G
r
a
d
y
.”

“
Now
don
’
t
g
e
t
me w
r
on
g
.
H
e
’
s
h
ar
d
c
o
re
,
but
y
o
u
s
ee
m
to
b
e
, too.”

“
Now wh
e
r
e
did
y
ou h
ea
r
th
a
t
?
”
Pe
y
ton
fr
o
wn
e
d.

S
he w
a
s
dis
cree
t
in
h
e
r
s
e
x
u
a
l
p
refere
n
ce
s.
Or
so
she thou
g
ht.
S
om
e
one
h
a
d t
a
lk
e
d out
of
tu
r
n.

“
Don
’
t
wo
r
r
y
.
S
om
e
o
n
e told
me in
c
on
f
id
e
n
c
e wh
e
n
I w
a
s whining
th
a
t
y
ou would
n
’
t t
a
ke
me
up on
m
y
o
f
f
e
r
.”

“
G
ra
d
y
,
I
told
y
ou w
h
y
,
”
she
s
a
id.

“
I kn
o
w.
I
’
m
too
g
ood
f
or
y
ou.
I
’
m
looki
n
g
f
or
a
f
o
re
v
e
r
t
y
p
e
of
g
i
r
l,
a
nd
y
ou
’
r
e
not
th
a
t
kind
of
g
i
r
l.
Do
e
sn
’
t
k
e
e
p
me
fr
om
hopi
n
g one
d
a
y
y
ou
’
ll
c
h
a
n
ge
y
o
ur
mind.”

“
You
’
ll
f
ind som
e
o
n
e
.
J
ust
g
ive
it some
tim
e
.”
Pe
y
t
on l
e
a
n
e
d
b
ac
k
a
g
a
inst the
kit
c
h
e
n isl
a
n
d
.

“
A
n
y
w
a
y
,
”
G
ra
d
y
c
ontinu
e
d.
“
H
e
’
s
r
i
g
ht
up
y
o
ur
a
ll
e
y
,
so
I
s
a
y

g
o
f
o
r
it.”

“
You
’
r
e
su
r
e
h
e
’
s
s
a
f
e
?
How
lo
n
g
h
a
ve
y
ou
k
nown
him
?
”
she
a
sk
e
d.