Lady of the dirt track
Andrea says as she hugs Dale.
“Hi, pumpkin,” Dale returns her hug and kisses the top of her head. Shit how could I forget Andrea is Dale’s daughter. Things are gonna get uglier if she is involved with Mav and Garrett. Once she separates from her old man, Andrea sashays her way to me, putting more sway into her hips. What did I ever see in her? When she gets to me, she wraps her arms around my neck and forces me to kiss her in front of everyone here. With her lips glued to mine, I look around to see everyone watching and taking our picture, and in the distance, I see Jen watching us, and if I can read the look on her face, she looks almost broken. Andrea breaks the kiss and whispers something
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