Chapter 154

Flynn and Linda Evans hit it off from her very first day at Carefree. Her mother, Christie, had told her, “Keep Miss Riley and Flynn happy — they really run the place.”

Linda was a blithe spirit and hadn’t needed the advice. She and Flynn shared a bawdy sense of humor, loved gossiping about the guests, and spent hours hanging out.

Physically, they were quite the contrast. Flynn was taller, but Linda outweighed him by around 60 pounds. He was pale — had a creamy smooth complexion like his mother — while she was deeply tanned — all over.

Flynn, “What’s it like at home — you’re so dark?”

Shrug, “Christie and I spend hours out back. Listening to our playlists, sipping a Tom Collins, falling asleep in the sun.”

“What about your father?”

“Oh, Daddy is just Daddy.” Another shrug, “He’s always liked looking at me. When I was young, I thought it was a little creepy, but Christie told me to chill.”

Linda was fully aware that Flynn had the hots for her. But her first day at Carefree she told him, “Look, you’re cute and all, but I already have a couple of little boys at home. I’m here for grownup cock.”

He bit back his disappointment, “Fair enough.”

“But you can still be useful to me — here, lather me up.”

And that became their routine. Several times a day she handed him a tube of lotion and smiled as he oiled up his hands and rubbed it in.

“Do my cunt some more, that feels good.”

“Of course.”

He still marveled at her firm body — so full and tan and bursting with vitality. And she was aware of his interest, and the interest of most Carefree men and a considerable number of women.

Flynn and Linda became a familiar sight — strolling around, holding hands, talking a mile a minute. Their second morning together, she teased him, “I know you’re depressed because I won’t fuck you. Are you suicidal yet?”

“On the verge.”

“Do me a favor — when it’s time, use a noose. I’m curious if you’ll cum when you croak.”

“Do you swallow?”

“Duh.”