Beth watched from her car as the large group walked into the store. The men were all dressed in jeans and leather jackets with their emblem on the back. Everyone in the small lot gave them a wide berth, not wanting trouble. Several women were interspersed throughout the men. One of the young women laughed, drawing Beth’s attention. Mrs. Langley's granddaughter, Samantha, was walking with her hand through one of the larger men’s belt. His arm casually draped around her shoulders as he walked beside Samantha and was talking to another biker, totally ignoring the scattering patrons. Seeing others panic as she had made Beth feel guilty, they had not acted any different then any other shopper going into the small store. Sam was dressed as Beth had never seen her clothed before, and she had already developed a reputation before the bikers had made their presence known in town. Tight jeans that left her hips and stomach bare with a glinting belly ring that drew attention to her flat stomach. A skimpy top left the globes of her breasts bare. Motorcycle boots completed the picture of a biker babe that Beth was sure would give her grandmother heart palpations.
Sam was several years younger than her and at nineteen; her body was lithe and firm, unlike her own short chunky frame. Beth was not overweight, but because of her small five-foot stature, the weight seemed to pack on whatever she ate. Thankfully, her job and exercise kept her from being a pudgy mess. When they entered the store, Beth carefully pulled out. Worried for the young girl, but being well acquainted with Sam, she knew she would not appreciate any concern. Beth knew Mrs. Langley would be worried sick if she knew whom she was hanging out with, and Sam’s father would be furious. Vincent Bedford was president of the local bank. He was aloof and arrogant, keeping his charming demeanor for the upper class of Treepoint society. Beth had talked to him when his mother-in-law had hired her. Surprisingly, Mrs. Langley had asked Beth to keep up with her finances and her son-in-law had agreed. She had soon learned why when she had delved into the accounts. Vincent Bedford was not interested in what little his mother-in-law had and instead kept busy kissing the ass of every rich and widowed woman in Treepoint. Beth turned onto the small lane that led to Mrs. Langley’s house to drop off the small amount of groceries she had requested. Beth was already planning ahead to the next assignment awaiting her attention; hopefully she would make it home before dark.
“Did you see that?” Razer asked the girl hanging on to his side.
“How could I miss it? She practically jumped into her car she was so scared. I bet she pissed herself.”
Razer laughed and the others close by joined in, having also seen the luscious little blond scurry to her car.
Inside, they split up, gathering supplies for the coming week. Massive amounts of meat, chips, and beer filled the three carts to overflowing.
“How are we going to get all this back to the house?” Sam questioned Razer as he pulled out the large denomination bills to pay the exorbitant checkout ticket.
“Maybe we should hire your granny’s scared little mouse to deliver them,” he joked.
“Don’t joke. I bet she ran right to my grandmother’s to tattle on me. Nosy bitch.”
Train walked up behind her and pulled her close, running his hand over her ass and pulling her close to his jutting crotch. Ignoring the gawking customers and sales clerk not used to such blatant sexual behavior in public.
“What’s she gonna tell Sam? That you’re fucking one of us? What ya worried about, it’s not the truth.” He snickered, pulling her even closer.
“Don’t worry Sam, it wouldn’t occur to that old woman that you’re fucking them all.” Evie muttered snidely as she pushed her to the side with one of the overloaded grocery carts toward the sliding doors. “Put the groceries in my car.” She directed the bikers, ignoring the angry glare directed her way from Samantha.
Sam turned bright red at the disrespect shown from the popular Evie. Feeling herself under scrutiny by the open mouthed clerk she snapped. “What are you staring at bitch?”
“That’s the way Sam.” Train eased his tight grip before dropping a kiss on her mouth, giving a show for the stunned people at the checkout. Angrily, Sam pulled herself away, stalking away from the audience that had formed in the busy store.
Beth let herself into Mrs. Langley’s house, juggling the groceries carefully. Quietly, she put them away before going in search of the older woman. She found her lying on her couch taking a nap.
“Mrs. Langley?” Beth was about to turn away and leave her to her nap when she heard her tired voice respond.
“Beth?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Beth moved further into the room so that she could be seen without making the woman rise from her reclining position.
“I thought you might be Samantha. She was supposed to stop by for a visit this week.” Sadness shone from her pale blue eyes. Beth felt a lump in her throat. So many of her clients suffered from loneliness, feeling compelled to sit for several minutes, Beth listened to several reminisces of Samantha as a child. Wishing to shake the girl in question for ignoring her grandmother, she knew it was useless to feel anger about something that was beyond her control. She was just following her father’s example; Sam’s mother had been Mrs. Langley’s daughter and had died in a car accident when Sam was fourteen. Waiting until the woman wound down, Beth interrupted her between stories.
“I am sorry I didn’t mean to disturb your nap. I just wanted to let you know I dropped the groceries off and put them away. Blake will be by this weekend to clean out your gutters and store away anything you no longer need.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without your help.”
“I am sure your family would be more than happy to help.”