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Welcome Home Pt. 02

This story takes up right where part one left off. As usual my stories have woman with bigger than average chest sizes, so if this is not your thing. You have been warned. To have an idea of what kind of body any of the female characters in any of my stories look like please see my bio. Thank you.

Jordan Finds out the truth

"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..." he said but he looked over. Her father was now behind them heading for the house.

"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 her voice was lowered. "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." she said her voice was low now.

"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." she gave in. She did have feelings for him, and coming back had brought all those feelings back. How could she not. This was the boy that followed her home from school everyday, the boy who helped her pick out flowers for her grandmother's funeral, 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, but 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 him. He shook his head.

"Nothing to say." he replied.

"He has nothing to say now." her mother said. Joining him on the swinging bench. "Later he will." she added. "But 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 her.

"Cole is better off. He has lost weight and he is less stressed. 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.

"Oh there was a packet that came for you." her mother said. As she went inside. Jordan followed her. Looking at the package she could tell it was from Andrew, Jamie's little brother.

"Thanks. I have been waiting for this." Jordan said. She opened it to see the confirmation number. All of her stuff had been delivered to the storage facility. There was also a personalized note.

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 trash. Jamie was always getting into trouble. 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 things different but other wise it was the same layout.

"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 pod. 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 other cell phone. She did not know why she left it in the box but now she was glad to have it. She listened and deleted all of the messages and she 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. I was with. Told me I could live with him!" she exclaimed.

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

"Whatever. He needs to get laid, then he can stop worrying about me." she said. Jordan sighed.

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

"Bye Jordan. Don't call me again." the phone went silent. Jordan shook her head. Some people did not want to be saved. 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. 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 her again. Alive anyway." Andrew sent a text back. Jordan read it over and over. Deep down she felt the same.

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

"Thank you." Andrew replied. She 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. This was her home now. There was nothing to go back to.

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

"Leanne!" Jordan said. The brunette lady 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. Still looking at the small girl.

"Any for you?" Leanne said.

"Nope. Baby maker is broken for good." Jordan said.

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

"Nothing to be sorry about." Jordan shrugged.

"Well Rick will be a happy man." Leanne said. This 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 I?" she asked. But she knew a small town held no secrets. She was surprised that it wasn't on a bill board already. But before she could answer. Leanne's phone rang.

"Ok 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 walked to the bakery.

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

"Talk now." Jordie said. Motioning for the back room. The lady 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 trying to be nice.

"About you and Rick?" Cindy said. Her bright blue eyes finally figuring it out. "But it's such a good thing. You should of seen him last night. He was so 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." This changed Jordan's mood.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah. He 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 deep about her.

"If it was me, I would be screaming that I had a guy like that." Cindy said nodding her head. Jordan felt bad, but 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?" she asked.

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

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

"Out by the abandoned warehouse." he answered. She 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. "Ok 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! People can 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 dick in her hand and walked him over to his truck.

"You might want to lean against it." she said again as she knelt to the floor. She took him in her mouth and began to vigorously suck him deep. He leaned back against the front of his truck. He looked down at her head as it bobbed back and forth, faster and faster. She loved the feeling of a dick in her mouth, the way it throbbed and pulsed. She looked up at him. 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 dick and shoved it under the bra and between her 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. She slid them up and down totally enveloping all of his dick inside her cleavage. Her hands mashed them together as she squeezed them tighter.

"Fuck it Jordie." he said ruining her fun. He Stood her up then grabbed her shorts and pulled them down to her boots. She stood there in her thong. He grabbed her waist and pushed her against his truck. He slowly grabbed her waist and slid his dick inside her. Fuck she loved when he did this. She loved 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. He pulled 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 backwards onto his dick. She was fully bent over with one hand on the grill of the truck and the other massaging one of her breasts. Rick was going as fast as he could. But as Jordan was finally getting into it. He pulled his dick out and shot his cum all 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 and he was done. But she had just given him a blow job and a great tit fuck.

"Let's go back to your place." she said. The sun was just setting. He could not nod fast enough. She went back to her truck. She followed him all the way to his house. Rick had moved out of the town and into the back woods, 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 what if her friends 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 all over the bed. It smelt like dirty socks.

"If I knew you were coming..." he began to say. But she 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 she 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. She shook her head as she felt his dick grow harder. She positioned it at the entrance of her pussy and then slid down onto it. Damn did it feel good, she thought. She closed her eyes as she began to rock back and forth on it. He began to suck and nibble on her nipples. She moaned as she began to go faster back and forth, back and forth. She was easily taking all of him in. 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." he 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. She looked at the time. They had barely been in the room for four minutes. She remembered she remembered seeing the time when she landed on the bed. He was laid out, looking up at the ceiling. "Your the best Jordie." he said before his eyes closed. 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. She gathered up her things and walked to the front door. She slammed it shut as she walked out, she didn't care if she was naked. There was no one around to see her. She threw her clothes into her truck and sped off. She barely remembered the way out here, but now it was dark and she was lost. She kept looking for familiar signs to guide her back. When she saw someone on a bike coming down the road. She quickly put her clothes back on throwing the bra behind the seat. She waited till the bike got closer before flashing her lights at it.

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

"Lost. I had followed Rick out here. But he fell asleep and I forgot I promised Dad I would help him in the morning." she said. Cole nodded but she knew he could tell what had really happened. She had no bra on and she reeked of cum.

"Tell you what. Let me ride with you and I will take you back." Cole said. She was in no position to argue. She nodded and watch him throw his bike in the back of the truck. She rolled down the windows to air out the smell. Her back still felt sticky from all of Rick's cum. She should of showered 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. Thank you. Or I would have been circling for hours." she said smiling as he pointed onto another road.

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

"No! It's not like that. We are just dating, to see how it goes." 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." she said shaking her head.

"Your father is a good judge of character. Hell I used to have him come in and look at line ups. Seven for Seven, he did. Nailed each person dead on." Cole said slapping the dash board. "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. He has good reason. He is dating and sleeping with his daughter." Cole said with a devious smile.

"No 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." she looked over at him. As he said that. "He 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 than to become sheriff." Cole said shaking his head.

"But he came to New York two years ago. Wasn't he sheriff already?" 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?" he asked. She looked at him and shrugged.

"Twice?" she said.

"Try eight. Eight times." Cole said. "Bled the money he got from his parent's will dry." Cole said. "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." Cole said. Jordan looked at him again. Cole was never a person to get upset. She remembered a time when Leanne and her took his cop car for a ride and crashed it into a tree. He did not get upset. But now he was angry, no furious.

"Did you tell the county?" she asked.

"Ha! They wanted someone to blame for the murders. So who else?" Cole said. "So I was the one." 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. She parked the truck on the side of the road. He climbed 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 more mad,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 once, that was creepy. She laid there thinking about what she should do.

"JORDAN! It's 11, you going to sleep all day." her mum screamed up at her. Jordan woke up with a jolt. Had she really slept half the day away.

"I'm up." Jordan said down the stairs as she made her way to the bathroom. She missed having a bathroom in her room.
"Can you take me to the store?" her mum asked.

"Of course." Jordan said. She 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 really snapped.

"Not again!" she screamed. She grabbed the tape from her toiletry bag. Began to measure around. "Fucker!" she said at 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 boobs. She put on an emergency bra, which was really just a really stretched out sports bra. She put on the rest of her clothes and walked downstairs. She couldn't believe they were still growing. When she had decided to lose the hundreds of pounds she had put on, her friend had told her of this Asian natural remedy place. She had tried one of the home remedies she found there. The lady behind the counter said there would be side effects but this was ridiculous. It was nearly every year she was getting bigger.

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

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

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

"I will have to order the size. I want online." Jordan said. "If they even have bra's that go this fucking high." 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 served 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 there was a small room with a mirror and another one of Leanne's female assistants."Ok top off and bra." Leanne said. Grabbing a small tape measure.

"I measured them before and ..." Jordan began to say. Leanne brushed her off as she stood next to Jordan.

"Ok lets see." Leanne whispered to herself as she wrapped the tape around Jordan and under her breast. "Wow. Thought it would be much bigger." Leanne looked at her assistant. "42inches -106centimeters" she took the tape and wrapped it around her then across her boobs. "Wow Jordie!" she smiled. "Your officially bigger than your mom." again she turned to her assistant. "26inches -- 66 centimeters" Leanne confirmed dropping the tape.

"I could of told you that. I need a 30MM bra." Jordie implied. Rolling her eyes.

"We will just go to a N." Leanne said. "How many do you want?" Leanne asked. "With my 20% discount, I can save you." Leanne said as she walked out of the room. Jordan put on her clothes.

"Four should be good." Jordan said.

"Eight." Leanne told the assistant. "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. Not noticing the look.

"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. She put the receipt down but a number caught her eye. She stopped the truck and picked the receipt back up. She 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. As she put the truck back in park.

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

"Mom. This is not a little." Jordan said. Lifting her sunglasses.

"Like you said. It's not a big deal." Her mom said.

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

"Jordan Matthews!" Her mom yelled at her from the tuck. 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." She blurted out. "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 say.

"Where to?" Jordan asked. Her mom looked at 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 and a savings account, which she was saving for a really 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? 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 any one 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 be 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 dare 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 own 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. As she landed she tried to remember why she had done that so many times. She rubbed her ankles and went for 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. Got a date. Didn't want to wake you." Jordan lied. 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?" he 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 against the truck. He was right of course. She had no right to come here and act like 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." she nodded.

"You 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. She 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." he said. She 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 tell you this." he said as he leaned forward and pointed a finger to her. "You upset your mother like that again. I personally will take you to the airport myself and you will not be welcomed back." he waited for her to acknowledge then he kissed her on the forehead. "Night." he said as he walked up the stairs. Jordan smiled. He had said she could not upset her mom, but did not say 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 began closing already it was only a few minutes after ten but hardly anyone ever showed after nine. She heard the tires screech around the corner and knew the familiar skid to a halt in the parking lot. She turned the key and turned around.

"Should of never taught you drive." Sherry said looking at her sister. As she jumped out of 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." she was being honest. Between all the bills at the bar, her own house, the farm, and the parents house. There was just not enough to keep feeding and taking care of the horses.

"He can not lose the horses." Jordan said. "It will kill him." she said. Sherry nodded.

"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. She handed the keys over to Jordan. Jordan nodded her thanks as she watched her sister get in the truck and pull away. She opened the door and walked in, the place was pitch black and eerie. She 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. She started to look at the files that were on there and found the one she was looking for. 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, if they did not file for bankruptcy, the bank could take everything. She put her hair back in a pony tail. "Ok." 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 own 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 are in there." Rick said. "Come on 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 him 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. She shook her head and began to lean forward looking at 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 pointed out.

"They are big. Everything I do creates cleavage, get over it." she 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 tired. When you jumped 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. But did not explain everything. But then an idea formed in her head.

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

"You serious?" he asked. She nodded and grabbed his hand and lead him out of the bar. "Want to take my truck or yours?" he asked.

"I will follow." she said. She did not 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 house. He jumped out of the truck with a big smile. She had to admit when she got into the house, he had cleaned it up. It 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 Jordan." 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. She 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. "Oh fuck Jordan." Rick said as he looked as his dick 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. She felt his dick throb between her tits, she felt his cum splash against her cleavage. He fell backwards. "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?" she 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. She shook her head. In 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 between her tits 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. There was his computer, she logged into it. Knowing him so well she knew that his password would be the name he had given to his truck. 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 did not empty his inbox. She used the information from one of the flight confirmations to log into the airplane ticket sights.

"Eight!" she said a bit too loud. She counted again to make sure. But it was the same number. He 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. But she didn't she logged everything out. 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.

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