Chapter 343: Charity Devereaux, 36, “I’m Not Suicidal.”...

Ah, it could have been done and done, but Charity Anne Devereaux’s Second Act was just beginning.

After Karisha and Ray-Ray had finished filming, Slim escorted Cherry home. Slim told CC, “Pack a case for Chris — you’re going to keep him for a week or so. I’m moving in with Charity.”

Cherry smiled, “That’s great, but I’m not suicidal or anything. I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m your reward — for being the best little girl in the world.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Cherry turned to her son and smiled, “You’re not being banished — you didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, I’m very, very proud of you.”

“Are you okay, really okay, Mama?”

“I’m terrific. In fact you’re gonna be getting a lot of pussy when you come back home.”

Slim cleared her throat.

Cherry blushed and said, “Oh. Well, if Slim lets me.”

Slim, “For now, Charity is off-limits to everyone but me.”

Cherry beamed and her heart skipped a beat.

Slim looked at her son, “CC, I want Chrissy sucking you off several times a day. I want you to turn him into the best little cocksucker in town.”

Cherry jumped in, “It’s not punishment, honey — I know you want to get better.” She turned to Slim, “What about licking pussy?”

“Not now, not yet. CC, I want you to get that boy to where he cums just from sucking cock.”

“You got it.”

Cherry nodded in approval.

When the boys left, Slim said, “Undress Charity, I’m taking you to bed.”

Cherry noted that since she had done the deed, Slim was referring to her as ‘Charity’, not Cherry.

In bed, Slim just held her girlfriend as Cherry drifted off to sleep. Cherry felt so much contentment in Slim’s arms, like she was finally home.

Ain’t no secrets, Sausalito. It seemed as if everyone in town knew about Cherry and Chris within hours. Slim made a practice of parading her girlfriend all around. Holding hands, an arm around her waist. They wore matching I SHARE! teeshirts. Inseparable.

Cherry was astonished — and delighted — at the positive reaction from friends, casual neighbors, even strangers.

“Way to go!”

“You are so gutsy — my role model.”

“You’re a movie star now.”

CC told Slim, “Kids from all over are asking Chris for autographs. Darlene gave him a stack of photos — Cherry and Chris. This one.”

Cherry smiled — she had always liked that particular shot. She and Chris were standing in her backyard, the sun slanting down on them. She had her arm around his waist; his was around her shoulders. They were in three-quarter profile with his erection pointing a little north of horizontal. Her aroused nipples and bald pussy — it looked like the sunshine was kissing her.

But best of all ... the expressions on their faces. Both of them looked so content, so comfortable.

That night in bed, their first time alone together, Slim whispered into Cherry’s ear, “Darlene said I can keep you as long as I want.”

Cherry sighed contentedly. She knew that once “Son-Fuckers” premiered, that Darlene would give Cherry and Chris to Karisha for the publicity tour. Then it would be an international whirlwind.

Festival appearances, media interviews, red carpet events, podcasts, cable TV, and — from what Cherry now understood — live fuck-shows.

Darlene had told her, “I’m sending Slim to travel with you. Would you like me to send CC too? So Chris will have someone to sleep with?”

“Yes, please.”