I slow the treadmill to a near crawl and squint at what appears to be Aubrey’s Obama bobblehead in her car on my screen. Their daughter Bree comes into view too. Auburn pig-tails are swishing all around her cute little face, and her head is moving to the beat of what I’ve no doubt is 80’s music. She’s obsessed with all things 80’s from her clothes to her music.
Lifting the phone, I angle it to get a better look at the bobbing thing. The last time I rode in her mini-van, the statue was faded so badly, you could hardly tell who it was. Now, it’s shiny, and the face looks more like the ex-President than when I met Chance and Aubrey years ago after we bought our cottage across the street from them.
“Total change of subject, but did you get a new Obama?” I ask when her face comes into view, her lips swollen along with a big smile on her face.
I can’t for the life of me believe she would. The thing is sentimental to both her and Chance. It’s as much as part of them as Pixy, their blind pet goat. “Hmm, you naughty woman. Making out in front of all those kids. At a school, no less, shame on you.”
“Oh, shut your face. You know how I love it when Chance says the word cock. About as much as you do when your husband says it. Little miss not so innocent herself has a lot of room to talk. You practically dry hump Mason in the ocean right in front of my kids.”
“I most certainly do not.” Well, I do, just not in front of CJ and Bree. “Stay on the subject at hand, lady.” I tease, my stomach somersaulting when I think about dry humping. It’s quite the foreplay, and there are many ways to do it with or without clothes on.
Dry humping is seduction in itself. The thought of rubbing against my husband’s cock or his muscular thighs has my core pulsing.
I sigh, it’s all I can do at the moment.
Aubrey and I might be best friends and tell each other everything, but talking about sex when I know damn well if I glance in Mason’s direction, he’ll be shirtless and sweaty is something I know better than to do. I’d much rather continue this conversation before the sight of him dampens my panties.
And they will. My underwear won’t take long to become soaked as soon as I glance his way.
“Anyway, no way would I get a new Obama. Chance painted our old one. He’s quite good with his hands, you know. Well, I guess you would know what I mean since you have a man good with his hands too. We’re quite lucky, my friend, even though my husband, mister shit bomb himself, can be a pain in the ass. Oh, that reminds me, wait until you see Chance’s latest creation. And one more thing before I forget, thanks for checking on Pixy while were gone. We hate leaving him.”
I laugh. Visuals of Chance following through with making a bomb flit through my mind.
“Of course, you know I love Pixy. I can’t wait to see what Chance made.” I’ll be checking on Pixy during the day while the teenage boy Noah the neighbor as Bree calls him, works.
Then just because Aubrey brought up the word hands, I briefly flick my eyes toward Mason. Every cell in my body lights up at the sight of him doing the only other thing he loves besides me.
Boxing.
“How about we talk about our husbands when we’re throwing back a few drinks next weekend when you get back, while the guys toss around the football and not when my husband is shirtless.”
“Hmm, Mason must be working out or training — you lucky bitch. I love to watch Chance work shirtless. He doesn’t get much done if you know what I mean.” She winks and fans herself. “So, as you heard, we’re still having issues with that boy at CJ’s school. Chance is at the end of his rope. I’m going to teach that bitch of a mother that just because her husband is the president of the school board, it does not give her son the right to bully mine, and I’m sending her packing for the summer by telling her if it happens one time next year, I’ll toss her on her ass. It’s a good thing I’ve watched Mason box a few times, that right hook I’ve practiced might come in handy. Crap, I said that loud, and now the snob is glaring at me.”
Even though Aubrey is rattling off a mile a minute, I hope she is glaring right back. Being bullied is awful in every sense of the word. No child deserves it.
“So what if she hears, flip her off. Maybe she’ll gasp in shock and fall on her ass without you lifting a finger. From what you’ve told me, Chance isn’t the only kid this bully picks on. The woman needs knocked off her high horse. She’s a shit mother for allowing him to pick on others. How you put up with some of those moms at Chance’s school anyway is beyond me. There are times in our lives when enough is enough. Kick her ass if she doesn’t listen. If that doesn’t work, then go to her husband. If he ignores you, then let Chance handle it. I’m not kidding, Aubrey.”
That’s living in California for you. Half the people here are either rich or dreaming of being. They drive around in fancy cars and have their noses stuck up each other’s asses. God forbid some of them dare help others out by showing kindness.
Snobs. They remind me of some of the mothers in the World Boxing Alliance circle. A bunch of Bitches who allow their children to disrespect others instead of teaching to do onto them as you’d have done to you.
I prefer the down to earth people over fake.
Any day of the week.
Most of the community adores Aubrey because of her love for animals. Aubrey works and sits on the board at The South Bay Animal Shelter. She loves doing what she does, and that’s what’s important.
She’s made headlines all over the place with her small law office, where she focuses on animal rights. She’s a saint — a woman with drive and passion. I admire her more than any other woman I’ve met.
Not this woman with the bully child, though, this woman turns her nose down at Aubrey. It began years ago when Chance started landscaping their yard. Little does she know Chance and Aubrey have done well with his landscape business. They are wealthy in more ways than money can buy. Like Mason and me, they choose not to throw their wealth around. Instead, they spread the love of giving to local charities, along with helping those in need.
“Kind of like how you used to put up with you know who.”
I fake gag. You know who would be Mason’s ex-agent, Natalie.
And kind of is putting how I feel about Natalie mildly. I should have told the venomous snake off before we got rid of her.
We used to be good friends up until she pulled away from me over a scandal she brought on herself. One, I didn’t judge or lose my trust in her being alone with Mason over.
After that, I stayed clear of her, and even though she’s helped Mason tremendously, she’s a sore subject. She’s also one in the past.
“Eww, don’t remind me. Natalie is something that used to require wine. It’s a good thing she’s no longer calling twenty-four seven.” I whisper and roll my eyes. I don’t even know when it was the last time Natalie called. It’s like she dropped off our radar the second Mason told her he was retiring.
Good riddance, the clinger can stay gone.
“Lots and lots of wine, we can drink all the wine while toasting and cursing the woman I’m about to get into a scuttle with to you know where,” Aubrey says, then follows it with a sigh. “Promise you’ll bail me out if I get arrested?”
“Um, that depends. Can you legalize me as the kid’s and Pixy’s guardian first? I mean, if both you and,”