"Jordie?" her mom said from behind the door.

"Not now mom," Jordan said, she was still mad. How could he just tell people? She kept thinking.

"He is still downstairs," her mom said. Jordan threw the pillow in her hand to the floor. She opened the door and rushed downstairs, pushing past her mom on the way.

"What!" she screamed at him. She did not care that he was almost a foot taller than her, or that he was the sheriff.

"Can we just talk?" he said looking down at her with those puppy eyes.

"No!" she said still infuriated. "You think I am your property?"

"No of course not. Just after..." Rick said, but he looked over his shoulder her father was now behind them.

"After what? We had sex?" We fucked. What?" she said still screaming. Rick tried to calm her down by trying to hug her.

"What part of No! Don't you get?" she asked, this time lowering her voice. "I have feelings for you Rick, I really do. But if there is going to be an us, you have to stop with this sick crush you have on me."

"Deal. I mean I will try." Rick shrugged.

"And no more telling people anything. I don't like people knowing things about me," she said looking up at him.

"I can do that," Rick smiled. She shook her head.

"Dating. We are not together," Jordan sighed.

She did have feelings for him, coming back here had brought all those feelings back. How could she not? He was the boy that followed her home from school every day, the boy who helped her pick out flowers for her grandmother's funeral, and he was there when they buried the puppies, that her father had found.

"For now," he said as he hugged her. She let him this time. "I got to head back to work I will be back later," he said as he climbed into the truck. She walked back to her father who was sitting on the porch.

"Say it," she said. She looked back at her dad. He shook his head.

"Nothing to say," he replied.

"He has nothing to say now," her mother said as she joined him on the swinging bench. "Later he will have a lot to say," she added. "It is your life Jordie. I like him," she said smiling.

Her father looked out to the stables. "What about Cole?" he asked. "Wasn't he your best friend?" he said looking at his wife.

"Cole is better off now than he has ever been. He has lost weight, and he has no more stress. So where is the harm?" her mother shrugged.

Jordan smiled that was her mother always seeing the good in the bad. Her father smiled and shook his head. They kissed.

"I am going to my room," Jordan said.

"That reminds me a package came for you early this morning," her mother said. She followed her mother inside, where a brown box sat on the floor.

It was the package from New York. "Thanks. I have been waiting for this," Jordan smiled.

She went up to her room. When she opened the box, she found some of her belongings; there was also a confirmation number for the local storage place where the bigger things were sent. Also, she found a letter from Andrew.

Hey Jordie:

Nymphet moved out. So I am staying here for the rest of the month. There were checks from your old job, so I sent them. Hope all is well.

Andrew.

P.S. I think Jamie is over her head. Can you call her?

Jordan crumpled up the paper in a tight ball and threw it into the small waste bin by her bed. Jamie was always getting herself into trouble. She was always running off with any guy that gave her any attention.

"I have to do a few things. Can I borrow the truck?" Jordie asked. Her mother nodded. Jordan waved bye to her father as she climbed into the truck.

She drove a few miles out of town and into the next town. There was a bigger hub of stores here. She was amazed at how she had remembered everything. There were a few differences, but for the most part, everything had stayed the same.

"Hello," the storage clerk said, as Jordan entered.

Jordan took the sunglasses off her eyes. She told him the confirmation number, and he gave her the keys. She paid no attention to him staring at her chest. She was used to it. She walked outside and made her way to her storage unit number.

She opened it and saw her bed, a computer table, with no computer and a chair. There were a few other boxes but other than that everything was there. She opened one of the boxes and found her cell phone. She did not know why she had left it in the box. She listened and deleted all of the messages, then sat on one of the chairs. Then she called.

"Hello, Stranger!" Jamie said.

"What you doing tramp?" Jordan said smiling.

"I am in Nevada!" Jamie screamed happily. "That guy. Told me I could live with him!"

"Your brother is worried about you," Jordan said not one for taking the long way round.

"Whatever. He needs to get laid. Then maybe he will stop worrying about me," Jamie said. Jordan sighed.

"He has good reason to. When was the last time you made a right decision?" Jordan asked. There was silence.

"Bye Jordan. Don't call me again." the phone went silent. Jordan shook her head. She sent a text to Andrew.

"Hi. Just talked to Nymphet, lost cause. Sorry." she slipped the phone into her pocket, then closed and locked up the unit. She was hungry, so she went over to one of the many small restaurants. As she began to eat, her phone buzzed.

"Thank you for trying. I have a feeling. I will not see my sister again. Alive," Andrew sent a text back. Jordan read it over and over. Deep down she felt the same.

"She was a smart and beautiful person once. Just remember her that way. If you ever need anything. You have a new sister now," she said tears welling up, in her eyes.

"Thank you," Andrew replied.

Jordan looked at her phone. She wanted to call Jamie again. Maybe say anything, to get her to go back home. But she knew Jamie; once she was hooked, there was nothing anyone could do. She shook her head.

"Bye Jamie," she said as she deleted the contact. She took a deep breath and looked out the window. She was home to stay now. There was nothing back in New York for her now.

"Is that Jordan, Jordan Matthews?" a voice screamed. Jordan turned back around and saw a lady looking at her.

"Leanne!" Jordan said. The brunette woman standing in front of her used to be one of her good friends. "Who is this?" Jordan said to the small girl next to her.

"Jamie, say hello to mom's friend," Leanne said as she sat down opposite Jordan. Jordan looked at the girl with shock.

"Jamie?" she asked.

"Yeah, she is four. And another one on the way," Leanne said tapping her stomach.

"Wow go you," Jordan said, looking at the small girl.

"Any for you?" Leanne said.

"Nope. The Babymaker is broken for good." Jordan said.

"Damn. Sorry forgot," Leanne said. A childhood accident while riding a horse. Took the possibility of Jordan having any children away.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Jordan shrugged.

"Well, Rick will be happy," Leanne said. That statement brought Jordan back from kid world. "After all most men would love a woman with a broken baby maker." she laughed.

Jordan smiled. "How did you hear about Rick and me?" she asked. But she knew a small town held no secrets. She was surprised that it wasn't on a billboard already. Before Leanne could answer her phone began to ring.

"Okay, I will be right there," Leanne said. "Sorry have to go left a new girl behind the counter," Leanne said as she began to walk away.

Jordan got back in her truck. She made a beeline back to town. When she got back, she parked then walked to the bakery.

"Hey Jordie." the lady behind the counter said.

"Talk now," Jordie said. Motioning for the back room. The woman looked worried and walked to the back.

"What is it Jordie?" the lady asked.

"No more," Jordan demanded.

"Huh?" the lady said lost.

"Cindy. Do not tell anyone else. Please." Jordan pleaded as she tried to be nice.

"About you and Rick?" Cindy said. Her bright blue eyes were finally figuring it out. "But it's such a good thing. You should have seen him last night. He was happy. He looked like a little puppy." Cindy said with a huge smile.

"Any woman should be proud to have a man say her name like the way he did last night," Cindy said. "He kept going on and on about how you too used to be. And how things around here were finally coming around for him." Cindy blurted. "It was a sight to see."

"Really?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah. Rick kept going on and on, about how long he had been waiting and how it was the best thing in the world," Cindy said holding Jordan's hands.

"I don't know what to say," Jordan said. "I mean I knew but..." she said not knowing he felt that much about her.

"If it were me, I would be telling everyone that I had a guy like that," Cindy said nodding her head. Jordan felt bad, then she smiled.

"Thank you for telling me. But keep it between us. Until I get things sorted," Jordan said.

Cindy nodded her head. Cindy smiled as Jordan left. Jordan half walked, half ran across the small square. She opened the door to the sheriff's office.

"Where is Rick?" she asked. The two men sat there and shrugged. She shook her head. She grabbed the radio and hit the call button.

"Rick where are you?" she asked into it.

"Jordan?" Rick's voice said.

"Yes. Where are you?" Jordan asked.

"Jordan you're not supposed..." Rick began to say.

"Do not make me come find you Rick!" she shouted.

"Out by the abandoned warehouses," he answered. Jordan dropped the radio.

"Thanks, guys. Keep doing whatever you do," she said as she walked out. She raced out to the abandoned warehouse. As she pulled in, she could see his work truck. She skidded the truck to a stop and looked around for him.

"Jordan?" he asked as she raced over to him. She leaped into the air. He caught her as her legs wrapped around him. "Okay I like this so far," he said as she kissed him deeply. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked as she jumped down.

"Nothing," she said as she unbuckled his belt.

"Jordan! Someone might see us," he said as she reached her hand inside his boxers. She pulled out his dick.

"No one is around for miles," she said as she began to suck him.

"Goddamn girl," Rick said as he began to stumble. All the blood rushed to his dick. She took his cock in her hand and walked him over to his truck.

"You might want to lean against it," she said as she knelt to the floor.

Jamie took Rick's engorged dick into her mouth then began to take it all the way down to the base. Rick leaned back against the front of his truck. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head back and forth on his dick faster and faster.

She loved the feeling of a cock in her mouth, the way it throbbed and pulsed. But the best thing was the look on a man's face, while she had him, right where she wanted him.

"Damn it Jordie," he said as he leaned his head back.

"Not yet," she said as she let his dick go. She took off her shirt. Exposing her dark blue bra, she took his cock and pushed it under the band of the bra that touched her chest it made it's way between her huge tits. "Bet you never been tit fucked like this," she said with a huge smile on her face.

He looked down at her. She knew he was looking for the top of his dick to pierce the top of her boobs. But it wouldn't happen. Her boobs were too big. The bra held Rick's cock in place. She only had to move her body up and down. She smiled as she saw Rick's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Fuck it Jordie," he said ruining her fun.

He Stood her up by grabbing her by the hand, then he reached for her shorts and pulled them down to her boots. Jordan stood there in her thong. Rick grabbed her waist, turned her around then pushed her against his truck. He slowly grabbed her waist and slid his dick inside her.

Jordan loved when he did this. She liked how he took charge and put her the way he wanted. He started fucking her hard. He grabbed her waist hard between his big hands pulling her back and forth on his dick.

"That's it, Rick. Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard. Use me," she said as she bucked backward onto his dick.

Jordan was entirely bent over with one hand on the grill of the truck and the other massaging one of her tits through the bra. Rick was going as fast as he could. Jordan was getting into it. Her body was starting to build to a climax. Rick pulled out of her, then shot his cum over her back.

"I wish more workdays were like this," he said leaning against his truck. His pants and boxers still at his ankles.

Jordan pulled her thong back in place and pulled up her shorts. She was mad again. She had barely gotten started. She looked over at him he looked like he was on the top of the world.

"Let's go back to your place," she said. The sun was just setting. He couldn't nod his head fast enough.

She went back to her truck. She followed Rick all the way to his house. Rick had moved out of the town and into the back woods that surrounded most of the town. He had always said he would buy land out here and put a house on it.

When they finally reached it, she saw that it was a ranch style house at the end of a dirt road. She could not help but laugh as she thought about her friends back in New York and if they could see her now. He opened the door for her, but as soon as she got in, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms.

They made their way into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. It was a mess; truck magazines were all over the bed. It smelt like dirty socks.

"If I knew you were coming..." he began to say. Jordan did not care. She just wanted to be fucked and hard.

She was not going to suck him or anything. She pulled her shorts down and her blue thong. He stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of her. She shook her head and rolled him over. She climbed on top. This time, she was going to be in control. She took off her shirt and bra. He stared up at her huge tits.

"They are so fucking big!" he said as he began to maul at them again. Jordan felt his dick grow harder.

Jordan positioned it at the entrance of her pussy and then slid down onto it. Damn did it feel good, she thought. Her eyes and she bit her lower lip as she began to rock back and forth on dick.

Rick began to suck and nibble on Jordan's nipples. She moaned as she began to ride him faster back and forth. She loved the feel of his dick, the slight curve to it. She put her hands on his chest and pushed upwards, now on the very tips of her toes. She began to bounce up and down.

"Fuck Jordie," he said lying back. Taking his hands off her chest.

"No. Play with them," she said grabbing his hands and putting them on her chest. She began to bounce harder.

"Fuck. I'm cumming," Rick said.

Her eyes shot open as she looked down at him. She could feel his body tensing, his dick pulsing. She quickly got off as he came again shooting his cum up onto his stomach. She looked at the time. They had barely been in the room for four minutes. She remembered seeing the time when she landed on the bed. He was laid out, looking up at the ceiling.

"You're the best Jordie," he said before he closed his eyes. She looked down at him from her sitting position. She was infuriated. He had cum twice now. She poked him. Then pushed him but he did not stir. "Give me a few minutes he smiled. We got all night,". Then his eyes closed again.

Jordan gathered up her things and walked to the front door. She slammed it shut as she walked out, she didn't care that she was naked. There was no one around to see her. She threw her clothes into her truck and sped off. On the way here she didn't think of trying to remember the way back, but now it was dark, and she found herself being lost. She kept looking for familiar signs to guide her back.

Then she saw someone walking along the side of the road while holding onto a bike coming down the road. She quickly put her clothes back on throwing her bra behind the seat. She waited until the man with the bicycle got closer before she flashed her lights at him.

"Jordan. What are you doing out here?" Cole said.

"I am Lost. I followed Rick out here. But he fell asleep, and I forgot that I had promised Dad I would help him in the morning," she said. Cole nodded, but she knew he could tell what had happened. She had no bra on, and she smelled liked sex.

"Tell you what. Let me ride with you and I will show you the way back," Cole said. Jordan was in no position to argue. She nodded and watched him throw his bike in the back of the truck.

Jordan rolled down the windows to air out the smell. Her back still felt sticky from all of Rick's cum. She began to regret not showering before storming out. Cole climbed into the front. He smiled as he pointed in a direction.

"Thank you. I usually bike this every other night. But I got a flat," he said.

"No problem. I should be thankful that you came along when you did, or I would have been circling here for hours," Jordan said smiling as Cole pointed onto another road.

"About time you and Rick got hitched," he said.

"No! It's not like that. We are just dating nothing more," she said. And after tonight she did not see it going anywhere.

"Ah. I see," Cole said looking out the window.

"Same look my father gave me," Jordan said shaking her head.

"Your father is a good judge of character. Hell, I used to have him come in and look at lineups. Seven for Seven, he nailed each person dead on," Cole said slapping the dashboard. "Like a human lie detector," Cole said smiling. "That man should have been a judge," he said waving his finger at her.

"He does not like Rick," She said.

"Well, that's understandable seeing as Rick is dating and sleeping with his daughter," Cole said with a devious smile.

"Not because of that, because of what he did to you." She replied.

"Ah," Cole said scratching his chin. "Water under the bridge."

"So it's true?" she asked.

"That he screwed me?" Cole said with a small hint of anger. "Absolutely."

Jordan looked over at him. As he said that. He wasn't smiling, and he looked highly annoyed. His eyes look out at the road ahead.

"Rick wanted my job from the moment he got back from New York. All he could talk about was making you proud of him. And there was no better way to do that than to become sheriff," Cole said shaking his head.

"But he came to New York two years ago.I thought he was already the sheriff?" she asked. As she made another turn, now she knew where she was.

"Ha!" Cole laughed. "How many times you think he came to New York?"

She looked at him and shrugged. "Twice?"

"Try eight. Eight times," Cole said. "He used up all the money he got from the will and the property his parent's left him when they passed."

"And those boys that killed the people at the hardware store. They were Hispanic, not black. But colored is colored out here. No one questioned it. And the one's I let go. Your father did not know this, but they were minors."

Jordan looked at him again. Cole was never a person to get upset. She remembered a time when she and Leanne took his cop car for a ride and crashed it into a tree. He did not get angry. But now he was angry. No, he was furious.

"Did you tell the county?" she asked.

"Ha! They wanted someone to blame for the murders. So they put the blame on me," Cole said as he pointed to a road. "I can walk from here. Isabelle is home, and I don't want to go inside mad. She will call the doc for sure," he smiled.

Jordan parked the truck on the side of the road. He climbed out and got his bike out the back. He came back to the window.

"Don't you dare, take my word over what you have. You find out the truth yourself. You're like your father. A good judge of character. Use it," he said as he walked away.

Jordan was madder now, then when she had left Rick's house. She drove home and walked inside. Everyone was fast asleep. She wanted the truth now more than ever. Not because he was lousy in bed.

But if he had come up to New York more than he had told her, that made him a liar and a creep. She lay in bed thinking about what she should do.

"Jordan! It's eleven, you going to sleep all day," her mom screamed up the stairs. Jordan woke up with a jolt. Had she slept half the day away?

"I'm up," Jordan said down the stairs as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Can you take me to the store?" her mom asked. Just before she got into the bathroom. Jordan missed having a bathroom of her own.

"Of course," Jordan said.

Jordan had to cash the few checks that Andrew had sent and get a few things. As she got out the shower she began to get dressed, as she put on her bra it wouldn't snap together, she kept on pulling and pulling. Then it snapped. She took a deep breath, then it snapped.

"Not again!" she screamed. She grabbed the tape from her toiletry bag. Began to measure around. "Fucker!" she said to herself. She had gotten bigger again. "Stop fucking growing!" she held her boobs up at yelled at them.

"Yeah right bitch," she said in a mocking voice impersonating her tits. She put on an emergency bra, which was just a stretched out sports bra. She put on the rest of her clothes and walked downstairs.

Jordan couldn't believe they were still growing. When she had decided to lose all the weight she had put on. A friend had told her about this Asian natural remedy herb store. Jordan had tried one of the home remedies she had found there. The lady behind the counter said there would be side effects, but this was ridiculous.

"Grew again huh?" her mother said pointing at Jordan's boobs.

"Yeah. They won't stop!" Jordan replied as she grabbed them.

"Doing that, won't help," her mother said.

"I will have to order a new bra online," Jordan said. "If they even have bra's that go this fucking big," she said.

"Jordan!" her mother said.

"Sorry," Jordan said. Realizing she was still irritable from last night.

"Whatever it is, you should not swear at the table," her mother said. Jordan nodded. They finished eating breakfast and told her father they were going to the store.

Jordan pulled into a parking spot. Her mother looked happy to be out of the house.

"Don't get out much, do you?" Jordan asked. Her mom just smiled. They walked into the store which sold everything from clothes to food.

"Hey Leanne," her mom said.

"Hey Cathy, Hey Jordie," Leanne said with a smile.

"Jordie needs a new bra." her mom said.

"Seriously mother?" Jordan said rolling her eyes.

"Cynthia. Watch the counter." Leanne gently said to the younger woman. "Come on Jordie. Let's get you measured up. And get it ordered. I never carry the sizes for your sister or your mother."

They went to the back, where one of Leanne's assistance was doing inventory. Leanne grabbed a measuring tape. "So I hear you and Rick are an item?"

Jordan rolled her eyes. She took off her top and her sports bra. "Not if I have anything to do with with it," she said as Leanne wrapped the measuring tape around her.

"Trouble in paradise?" Leanne asked as she wrote the numbers down on paper.

"Paradise? If it was a really short holiday maybe," Jordan smiled. Leanne wrapped the measuring tape around her again, crossing over her chest.

"Things never change, he was like that in high school," Leanne shrugged. "By the way, you're officially bigger than your mom."

"I could have told you that. I need a 30MM bra," Jordie implied, rolling her eyes. "What do you mean like that?"

"We will just go to an N," Leanne said. "How many do you want?" Leanne asked. "With my 20% discount, I can save you," Leanne said as she made some notes.

Jordan put on her clothes. "Four should be good," Jordan said. "And don't avoid the question."

"You forgot the night out by the lake? You and Terry, Me and Rick?" Leanne shrugged. "Less than a minute. I thought Stephanie Anderson was lying about him. But nope few pumps and he was done."

Jordan totally forgot about that night and Stephanie. It seemed there were a few warning signs, which she had forgotten. They walked back into the main part of the shop.

"I will order eight," Leanne said. "Here you go. Pick the colors."

"Thanks," Jordan said looking through a book.

"So what's the verdict?" Jordan's mom asked.

"30N," Leanne said a little too loud as a few men at the counter turned around. "She has bigger boobs than you," she quipped. Jordan smiled.

"Same old Leanne," she sighed. Leanne had never had a volume control. She always spoke out loud.

"Yeah, that's me. But it's not a secret. Your family has always had big boobs," Leanne shrugged. She typed into her computer. "I can have them here in four to five days. Give or take," she said. As Jordan showed her the colors she wanted. "What are you staring at?" Leanne asked at one of the men. "She has boobs. Get over it," Leanne told him. Jordan smiled. She took out her purse and handed over a credit card.

"Will you be taking care of your mom's tab too?" Cynthia asked. Jordan's mom shot the assistant a look.

"Sure," Jordan said.

"Thank you. Here is your receipt," the assistant said.

"You did not have to do that," Her mom said. As they climbed into the truck.

"It's no big deal," Jordan said as she put the truck into gear.

Jordan put the receipt down, but a number on the paper caught her eye. She stopped the truck and picked the receipt back up. Jordan knew her bras would cost a lot, but the total was way more than she expected. She would have to put all her checks in the bank to make sure she had enough to cover it.

"Mom?" Jordan said.

"We have been a little short on cash lately," Her mom said shrugging.

"Mom. This amount is not a little." Jordan said, lifting her sunglasses off her eyes.

"Like you said. It's not a big deal. I didn't ask you to get the tab," her mom said.

"Stay!" Jordan said as she got out of the truck.

"Jordan Matthews!" Her mom yelled at her from the truck. But Jordan went back into the store. "Here we go," Leanne said shaking her head. She hurried the assistant away. "Cynthia is new. She had no right to ask that," Leanne began to say. "I know your mom. She was good for a while. I have other tabs that are much larger," Leanne said as fast as she could.

"Are you done?" Jordan asked. Leanne nodded. She knew her old best friend. Once the temper gauge reached full, there was no getting it down. "How much, how long and how many?" Jordan asked. Leanne shook her head. "Leanne. Don't make me come over this counter," Jordan said. Her thick country accent was in full force.

"They owe a lot. It's been a while and all over town." Leanne sighed.

"Is the tab here taken care of?" Jordan asked as she made her way to the door. Leanne nodded. Jordan slammed the door closed. She stormed over to the truck and opened it.

"Now Jordan. I am still your mother and if I say..." Her mom began to speak.

"Where to?" Jordan asked interrupting her.

"Just as stubborn as your father," Her mom said. "The hardware store," Her mom said giving in.

They made their way across town paying off the tabs. After all was said and done. Jordan was nearly broke. Except for a few hundred she had in a savings account, which she was saving for a rainy day.

"You said you were broke," Her mom said as they sat down for lunch at a diner.

"New York City broke," Jordan said. "If I stayed. I would have used up all that money in two weeks." She explained.

"So what happened? I thought Dad was getting money from the government for selling his Granddad's place?" Jordan asked.

"None of your business," Her mom smiled back. "Thank you for helping. We appreciate it, but stay out of it," She added.

"Mom. You know me. I can get it from anyone of these people in here," She said with a smile back. "Which would you rather me hear it from?" Jordan asked.

Her mom shot her an evil look then glanced around. She knew anyone of these people would gladly tell a story. "You are the meanest daughter I have," Her mom said.

"You brought me up this way. Now spill it," Jordan said.

Her mom sighed. "We got in over our heads when we decided to help your sister with the bar. That is all. Between the licenses and things that needed to get fixed. It just got away from us," her mom confessed folding her arms.

"How much?" Jordan asked. "Now that I will not tell." Her mom said.

Jordan knew she was at a point where she dared not cross. She nodded her defeat, and her mom smiled.

"Can we talk about something else?" she pleaded looking away. Jordan agreed, but she was not going to let this go.

As soon as she dropped her mom back at home, she went upstairs. She pretended to be doing some things around her room, to make room for her things to be brought up. But she was just stalling. She heard her parents go up to their room, and when she thought they were asleep, she went out the window. She had done this many times. It was a simple slide down the wall then jump at the end.

When she landed, she tried to remember why she had done that so many times. She rubbed her ankles and went to the truck. As she opened the door, a single beam of light hit the door.

"And where do you think you're going?" her father's voice boomed in the darkness. She turned around and saw him sitting on the porch, with a flashlight.

"Thought I would go out. I have a date. Didn't want to wake you," Jordan lied. She walked towards the stairs by the porch.

Her father shook his head. "Your mother told me about, your little talk today," he shot out as he stood up. Jordan nodded.

"I thought she would," Jordan nodded.

"What happens with our financial problems is no concern of yours. You hear?" her father barked down to her in a stern voice. "And if you don't like it, you can take that truck to the airport, and I will pick it up tomorrow." he turned and went into the house.

Jordan put her back on the truck. He was right of course. She had no right to come here and act the way she did. But this was her parents. She did not want them to be in any bad way. She walked back inside. There he was sitting at the table. She poured herself some iced tea and sat across from him.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I had no right."

"You're damn right you didn't," he roared at her. "You upset your mother, after all, she has been through," he said. "Tomorrow you will apologize to her," he ordered. Jordan nodded. "You got questions you come ask me," he looked at her in the eyes.

"Yes, sir." Jordan nodded.

"Now what is it you need to know?" he asked. Jordan looked up at him stunned.

"Come on. I know you better than you know yourself. Once you got your teeth into something, nothing, not even me scolding you will make you let it go," her father said. Jordan smiled. He was right.

"Mom said the problems started when you began to help Sherry with the bar," Jordan said.

"Well, there you go. What else do you need?" he said sitting back in the chair. "Sherry handles all that paper crap. Between her and your mom, they know what is going on. They just tell me how much I got to spend," he shrugged. "But I will say this," he said as he leaned forward. "You upset your mother like that again. I will personally take you to the airport."

"Understood," Jordan nodded.

"Night," he said as he walked up the stairs.

Jordan smiled. He had told her she could not upset her mom but didn't mention anything about her sister. She grabbed a jacket and went back out to the truck. She put it in gear and raced out of the dirt road that led to the house.

Sherry had begun closing the bar it was only a few minutes after ten, but hardly anyone ever showed up after nine. She heard the tires screech around the corner and knew the familiar skid to a halt behind her. She turned the key locking the door then turned around.

"Should have never taught you how to drive," Sherry said looking at her sister as she jumped down from the truck.

"We need to talk," Jordan said. Sherry took a look at her younger sister.

"Figured," she admitted taking out a cigarette, she pulled down the tailgate of her truck and sat down. The truck groaned and creaked under her weight. "Heard all the commotion you been causing around town today," she said as she lit the cigarette. "Knew it would be a matter of time before you barked down my door," she looked at her. "So let it out," she shrugged.

"How much are they in debt?" Jordan asked. She was not going to pull punches.

"A lot. But not enough to lose the farm or the house. Just yet," Sherry answered. Jordan sighed looking up at the stars. That was a relief. "Now the horses," Sherry said. "I don't know."

Sherry told her that between the bar and the monthly checks for the land that her father had sold, they just were holding their heads above water. There was just not enough to keep feeding and stabling the horses.

"He can not lose the horses," Jordan said. "It will kill him."

"I tried to give back the bar, but the bank doesn't want it. It doesn't make enough. All the numbers and everything is in there on the computer in my office. If you want to take a look," Sherry said standing up.

The truck sounded like it breathed a sigh of relief as she got off of it. Sherry handed the keys over to Jordan. Jordan nodded her thanks as she watched her sister get in the truck and pull away. Jordan opened the door and walked in.

The place was pitch black and eerie. Jordan put her hand against the wall and turned on a light. She made sure to close the door and lock it behind her so no late drinkers would think they were open. She made her way to the back behind the bar. The office was small. It had a table filled with papers and bills, littered all over it.

"Sherry," she shook her head. She powered on the computer. It had no password and was operating on an old version of windows. She shook her head again. The internet was slower than molasses, but she did not need that right now.

Jordan started to look at the files that were on there and found the one she wanted. She had done her share of accounting for her job. Lance had shown her many things. She took a deeper sigh. It was worse than what Sherry had said. Everything was on the line. The bank could take everything. She put her hair back in a ponytail.

"Okay," she said cracking her fingers. "Let's get to work," she said as her fingers danced over the keyboard. She began crunching numbers. Taking money from here to there, adding her finances into some of the accounts. She took a break and walked out to the bar and poured herself a coke. When she looked up, she saw a silhouette on the far wall. Her heart began to beat fast.

"Jordan? I know you're in there," Rick said. "Come on out and talk to me," he said. She sighed a sigh of relief and went to the door.

"You scared the fuck out of me," she said as she opened the door. She was relieved it was just Rick and not some drunk or worse.

"Sorry. But you did not answer your phone," Rick replied. They walked back to the office. "You want to talk about it?" he asked.

"What's to talk about?" she shrugged. "You got yours and fell asleep, so I left," she said as she sat back down.

"I knew you were going to see it like that," Rick said as he took a seat on the table next to the computer. Jordan sat back crossing her arms under her chest.

"So please. Tell me what it was like then?" she asked looking up at him.

"Well..." he began to say but stopped. Jordan shook her head and started to lean forward watching the computer. "No. You just can't do that," he said as he looked at her chest and pointed at them. "The whole push them up. It's distracting," he said.

"They are big. Everything I do creates cleavage, get over it," Jordan acknowledged as she rolled her eyes. "Now are you going to talk. Or can I get back to what I was doing?" she asked sternly.

"I was already tired when you surprised me. I had been working for a long shift. Plus the party the night before," he blurted out as fast as he could. "There," he sighed. Jordan nodded. She had jumped him that day. It still nothing to explain everything, then an idea formed in her head.

"Well. You're right," Jordan smiled as she stood up. She stood next to him. "How about now?" she asked giving him a look.

"You serious?" he asked. Jordan nodded and grabbed his hand and lead him out of the bar. As she locked up, he turned around to face her. "Want to take my truck or yours?"

"I will follow," she said. Jordan didn't want to get stuck out there again.

What she had planned would not take long if things went the way she thought they would. She drove close to his truck. Remembering all the turns and making sure she knew the way back.

When they got out to his place, Rick jumped out of the truck with a big smile. Once they got inside Jordan noticed that the house was much cleaner than the last time.

She pushed him back onto the bed. He began to smile as she bent down between his legs, she took his dick out from his pants through the zipper. It was already hard, which she knew would happen. She took it into her mouth and slowly bounced her head up and down, keeping her eyes on his.

"Fuck Jordie," he moaned deeply as his eyes began to close. She swirled her tongue around the head every time she got to the top. She held it in one hand and licked down the sides as she tugged up and down on it.

Jordan then stopped and pulled up her shirt placing it on the floor by her side. She grabbed his dick and slid it under her bra and between her tits.

"Damn it Jordie," Rick said as he looked at his cock disappearing between her huge tits. She just smiled up at him. She grabbed the sides of the bra and bounced them up and down on his dick. She could already tell he was very close to cumming.

"Faster, just a little faster," he said as he pushed his hips upwards. "I'm cumming," he said. Jordan felt his dick throb between her tits. She felt his cum splash against her cleavage. He fell backward. "Damn. You know how to use those don't you?" he said. She stood up and nodded with a fake smile.

"Going to go clean up and change, then we can do round two. If you're up for it?" Jordan said. She picked up her shirt and headed for the bathroom.

"I will be, just give me a minute or two," he said his eyes already closing.

Jordan just shook her head as she walked into the bathroom she took off her bra and looked for a towel or bath cloth. She found some napkins next to the toilet. She shook her head and took a handful. She rinsed them lightly in the water, then wiped her cleavage clean.

She put her clothes back on and waited for a few moments then she looked out the bathroom door. Rick was asleep on the bed. Jordan smiled, her plan had worked. She crept out of the bedroom and into the living room.

She found his computer. She logged into it. He had used the same password as he did in high school. She went straight for his email which was easier than she had thought he had kept himself logged in. There was the information she needed. Like most people Rick didn't empty his inbox. She used the information from one of the flight confirmations to log into the airplane ticket sight.

"Eight!" she said a bit too loud. She counted again to make sure. But it was the same number.

Rick had used the same credit card seven times and used cash on the last one, to book flights to New York. She looked back at the bedroom if she hadn't other things to deal with, she would go in there and rip him a new one. She logged everything out, then Used one of the napkins and wiped off the keyboard and the surrounding areas. She shook her head as she looked back into the room. Rick was fast asleep she closed the door then left.

The way home had been much easier. She took a quick shower then climbed into bed. Thinking about the problems she had to face. But she now knew that Rick would no longer be one of them. As far as the family was concerned, she would have to talk to them in the morning. She let her thoughts go and drifted off to sleep.