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defeat.  It still didn’t sit right with her, but Annelle’s logic regarding the safety of her son was undeniable.  She shifted so that she could tug her mobile phone out of her jeans pocket to check the time.  “Shit.  I better run.  I’m coverin’ an earlier shift today.”
     
    Annelle’s stern expression softened.  “You know you can earn better money here, hon.  Better hours, too.”
     
    “We’ve been over this.”  Thea replied with a small smile.  “I’ve fucked Josh’s life enough already.  I don’t need him gettin’ teased at school ‘cause his mama’s a stripper.”
     
    Annelle shrugged.  “It’s a perfectly valid vocational choice.”
     
    Thea laughed.  “Yes it is, but it’s not for me.  ‘Sides, I don’t think your customers’d be interested in this amount of ink jigglin’ around in front of them.”
     
    Annelle arched an eyebrow and said dryly, “Hon, you would be amazed at what my customers are interested in.”
     
    Thea laughed.  “Yes, I’m sure I would.  I gotta book.”  She stood, slung her bag onto her shoulder and paused with her hand on the door handle.  “M’I gonna see you now, seein’ as how we won’t both be at the clubhouse on Friday nights?”
     
    Annelle pushed her chair back as she stood and rounded the desk.  “Tell you what, hon.  You an’ me, we’ll have a standin’ appointment for coffee.  How’s that sound?”
     
    Thea smiled.  “My house?  Friday mornin’s?  Josh’ll be at school.”
     
    Annelle smiled and nodded.  “Fridays it is.”
     
    Annelle followed Thea out through the club and let her out of the door.  Thea heard the locks re-engaging once the large entrance door shut behind her.  She hurried over to her old, beaten-up Ford and turned the ignition in that certain way that was the only one that the temperamental car would accept as the instruction to start.  She’d had the car since before she’d arrived in Ravensbridge, the home of the Rabid Dogs MC, and it was now comprised of more parts from the junkyard than it was of its original pieces.  That was how she’d met Elvis.  Something had blown under the hood, and he’d rescued her from the smoking mess by the side of the road.
     
    Her knight on a shining Harley had managed to tweak whatever was wrong just enough for her to roll slowly to the nearest garage and had asked for her phone number by way of thanks.  Annelle had been right; it wasn’t the love affair of the century, but it had been fun.  Elvis had been a bit of levity in her life, a respite from the routine of being a single mama.
     
    That was where she’d met Annelle, at the clubhouse Friday night parties.  Thea couldn’t make it every week, she was working more often than not on Fridays, but one week that she’d attended Annelle had struck up a conversation with her.  Annelle’s opener had been trying to persuade Thea to come and work for her at the Dusky Kitten.  While Thea was quite happy with the way she looked, she had no intention of waving her tits around for an audience, half of whom probably had kids that attended her son’s school.  Those sorts of sly looks when she dropped Josh off were not what she needed.  Although, considering that she was obviously younger than most of them and sported a serious amount of ink even when wearing jeans and a beater, she got the Lite version of those looks anyway.
     
    Thea had never seen Annelle pair off with any of the guys from the club, but she figured if she was fucking any of them, that it would likely be Jimmy, the President.  She doubted that the woman in charge of one of the clubs that was effectively owned by the MC would warrant anything less than the attentions of the boss, but who knew?
     
    Elvis had clued her in on the club structure before he’d taken her anywhere near the clubhouse.  He’d been reluctant at first; she wasn’t his old lady and he was worried about the other patches pushing up on her.  But then