“That’s right,” Eddie grinned. “Doesn’t matter, sexy as hell to see a woman with a bullseye on her ass! I tried to act like this wasn’t blowing my mind, but it was a losing battle. She leaned in closer, her voice low and teasing but excited “I never thought about being a real member!” She turned in my mother’s direction, still in her blindfold, and asked, “Would you train me? The combination of conflicting advice and playful teasing was enough to make Evan hesitate, his grip tightening on the candy cane. I couldn’t believe how carefree she was—this wasn’t the woman who scolded me for leaving socks on the floor. Still afraid, pumpkin?” Dad teased; his tone playful but with a definite edge. Eddie yanked off the blindfold and turned to the crowd with a smug grin. My Mom shot me a maternal glance, her eyes soft with a mix of concern and apology. “Evan, I’m getting super dry,” Mom teased, glancing back over her shoulder. My sister pranced over to where Dancer was bending over, bent over, and swayed her ass to the music like a stripper dancing on stage, trying to encourage someone to come up with a dollar bill -proud of the tail in her ass.
