Caveat: This story is a blatant rip off, or an homage if you are nice, of characters created by the late Russ Hoisington who's wit and friendship is greatly missed. He kindly allowed me to publish my fantasy using his characters in the Wynter stories. The characters in this story are not the characters in his works and any resemblance is strictly coincidence and the product of my overactive imagination. If you want to know how a real author handles these characters, read his Wynter stories – highly recommended.
Tim was strolling in a mall in Wizard Basin, Colorado. Many years before, he had spent a summer in Colorado and had always wanted to see more of the state. That first time, he had done the tourist things: driven to the top of Mount Evans, been to Central City to see the face in the barroom floor, and toured the Coors plant. He had gone camping several times and wandered into a few abandoned gold mines. Luckily, he hadn’t managed to kill himself by falling down a mine shaft. This time, he wanted to see more of the Rockies: the small towns that tourists didn’t see.
That’s why he was strolling through this mall in a small town off the beaten path. In the winter, the town would have been teeming with skiers. Before the first snowfall, the town almost seemed deserted. Tim was smiling, just enjoying the scenery, young ladies in shorts and small tops, when one girl in particular caught his eye. She returned his gaze directly and without hesitation.
Tim was taken aback. Girls always glance away once a man makes eye contact. They might then look back and maybe smile if there is some interest, but this girl was bold. She answered his smile with one of her own.
‘My God,’ he thought. ‘What a flirt.’ What he did next was out of character. Being a thousand miles from home might explain it. Being alone might explain it. Being horny and alone might better explain it. But those weren’t the reasons. The girl was the reason. Tim felt her drawing him to her web and he didn’t want to resist.
Tim had stopped in the middle of the mall, sharing the moment with the girl. She smiled again, daring him. He accepted. As he walked towards her, she turned and walked away, but made sure to look over her shoulder to insure he was following. Tim appreciated the view. She wasn’t especially tall and her lovely bouncing brunette hair hung down almost to her ass, stopping short of the tight jeans she was wearing and allowing some of the tanned skin of her bare back to show.
He hesitated, now unsure that she really wanted him to follow. She stopped, still turned away but looking back over her shoulder, her eyes once again daring. The chase was on.
She ducked into a department store. Tim trailed her. She stopped in the women’s clothing, and started browsing; all the while glancing his way to make sure he was still trailing her. Tim took a few steps, she went over an aisle. He stopped, she rummaged among the dresses. She was an accomplished flirt, Tim would give her that. She had him on the line and was playing with him like a master angler. And she was good enough, he didn’t really mind it.
The game gave him a chance to look her over. As he looked, he started having second thoughts. His initial impression, based on her behavior, was changed as he examined her more closely. She had to be younger than he thought possible for a girl to be that much in control. Looks put her maybe at fifteen, being generous. She could have been thirteen for all Tim knew. But she acted twenty, at least in the flirting game.
The implications of her age put him off for a moment. He considered leaving, and the master that she was, she saw the fish about to slip the line. She winked at him and curled her finger, ‘come here.’ It was a command that could not be ignored.
“Shopping?” Tim asked.
“Browsing,” she answered. “So, what are you shopping for?”
Direct and succinct, Tim had to give her that. “Anything that is legal,” he said.
She laughed, “That is so not the problem.”
“You seem sure,” Tim said.
“Oh yeah, for lots of reasons. I’m Hailey.”
“Tim. Tim O’Hara,” I said.
“Oh, you’re like Irish,” Hailey said. Now that she had him back firmly on the line, she was wandering again, making sure that Tim was trailing. He had to admire how sure she was of the game. They wound up in the swim wear section. She picked up one outfit that wouldn’t have covered three postage stamps, “Would you like to see me in this?”
Tim decided not to take the bait, just yet. “No,” he said. Her face fell as he didn’t play his part in the game. “That’s the wrong color for you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “Why’s that?” she asked warily, now that the game had some unknowns.
“Those are all pastel colors. You’re a winter,” he said.
“I’m not Wynter,” she said petulantly, her mask slipping a little.
“No. I said a winter, as in skin coloring. Like redheads are autumns and they look best in natural colors. Winters should wear pure cool colors,” he said. Tim could see he had her flustered. The seduction game had gone completely off the rails. Here was a guy talking about fashion. He laughed inside as he decided to really throw her a curve. “It’s your eyes that give it away. They are grey-green. Autumns would never have eyes that color. They’d be blue or sometimes green.” Then to give her a compliment, "A girl with winter coloring should wear vibrant colors to match her personality."
“Here,” he said, grabbing a royal blue suit and a pale pink one. He pulled her over to a mirror and held up the pink suit next to her face. “Now watch, especially your eyes,” as he held up the royal blue one next to her. “See, you eyes come alive and you skin looks clear and pure.”
“Hey, give me those,” Hailey said grabbing the suits. She held up one then the other several times. “Wow, wait till I tell Cinnamon.”
“Who?”
“My cousin. She’s like totally a redhead. She won’t believe this.” Hailey said. “What did you say a redhead was?”
“Autumn and they wear earth colors. Now that suit,” Tim said pointing at the royal blue one in her hand. “That one I’d like to see you in,” he said.
Hailey immediately noted the game was back on. She tossed the pink suit to him expecting him to take care of it for her and holding the blue one, asked, “Do you have a pool?”
“I’m staying at a hotel and they have one,” he said.
“So, you’re sure you’d like to see me in this suit?” Hailey asked.
“I’m sure,” Tim answered.
She handed it to Tim. “Buy it and I’ll model it for you,” she said. Her voice said even more.
Tim felt the electricity of that from his toes, to his loins, through his belly, and to his head. He took the suit without a word and went to the check out. Hailey waited discreetly for him.
As they left the mall, Tim holding the bag, Hailey slipped her arm in his, “So, where’s the hotel?”
“Just down the road,” he answered.
“Good,” she said, pressing her small tits into his arm.
Tim looked down at Hailey leaning into him. Her halter top displayed almost all she had. It wasn’t much but Tim had never been a tit man. Hers were tanned as far as he could see, which was a long way. He wondered if her nipples would also be tanned. He suspected, based on her brazenness, they would be. The thought gave him the beginnings of an erection.
On the ride to the hotel Hailey chattered away about her friends, Tim not even hearing as he wondered exactly what had he gotten himself into. How old was this girl? She had seemed so sure that the age difference didn’t matter. Maybe not to her, but what about her parents? Or the law?
As they got out of his car, Hailey grabbed the bag. “Where’s your room?” He pointed at one of the out buildings and Hailey headed off.
Tim hurried to catch up. Second thoughts were needling him. “What’s the hurry?”
“You do want to see me in the suit?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. He did. He opened the door to his room and Hailey swept in as if going into a strangers room was something she did all of the time.
“Be right back,” she said as she pranced into the bath and closed the door.
Tim drew the shades on the room, not needing any snoopy people peering in. Those nerves inducing thoughts came back. She looked so young. He watched the bathroom door waiting to see if she really would wear the suit.
The door opened and she came out in the blue bikini. She paused and posed. It didn’t cover much of anything. As Tim examined her, he became certain that she was on the young side of that age guess. What if she were only thirteen? His mind kicked back into reality gear. “You look beautiful, Hailey.” She did and sexy as well.
“Thank you. You need to get ready too,” she said coming over to him. She started to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Tim asked thrown off by her boldness.
“You need to get ready,” she said. She pushed his shirt off, temporarily pinioning his arms. At the moment his arms were trapped behind him by the shirt, Hailey grabbed his belt, undid it, unzipped him and thrust off his Dockers in one smooth move. It happened so fast his pants were down around his knees before he could get his hands free.
“Hailey!”
His cock sprang up, hard from his earlier fantasies and seeing her in the little suit. She fell to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Nice,” she said before bending forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
The argument died in his throat, caught behind the moan of pleasure as he felt his cock engulfed in her warm mouth. She coated it with her warm saliva, spreading it up and down the shaft as she slowly jacked him. “Oh God,” Tim moaned. This girl knew how to give a blow job. Her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, lapping at the sensitive ridge, then fluttering over the tip.
“Hailey,” this time it was a moan of surrender. She knew that sound.
“I want to fuck,” she said.
“Yes,” the poor man agreed. He would have agreed to anything at that moment.
Hailey stood and dropped her top, then pushed off the bottom of her blue suit. Tim was entranced by the beauty of the girl. She was shaved and her pussy lips were engorged with her arousal, standing out from her loins. Her small tits were capped by hard nipples. He was right: he didn’t see tan lines anywhere.
Hailey lay back on the bed, her legs open in invitation. She smiled. Tim pulled off his pants over his shoes, struggling to get them off and get to her. His shoes followed, one lace snapped in his hurry. Tim lay between her legs, holding himself up as his lips met hers. It was a scintillating kiss.
Hailey grabbed his cock and led it to her wet opening. Tim thrust and was buried in her grasping pussy. He started a slow rocking fuck, but Hailey was having none of that. She bucked under him, driving him faster and harder, until they were fucking hard, bouncing on the bed. Tim was fucking her like the piston of a steam engine, hard and fast, the sweat breaking on them, their loins lewdly slapping together.
Hailey was close and she knew it was going to be a big one. Her whole body was tingling… Then it hit, her muscles convulsed and it exploded in her mind, wave after wave of pleasure, like the best cum she had ever had, on and on it went until she was spent.
Tim felt the girl stiffen under him. He kept up pounding her as she babbled incoherently until he felt her go limp. He slowed and stopped, wondering if she had passed out. His breathing was rapid and raspy. ‘That was a wild fuck,’ he thought to himself. He was amazed that this girl had just given him one of the best he had ever had. Lying there, eyes closed, pale skin flushed, she looked like an elfin princess.
Hailey moaned, “Oh God…” her eyes opened. “Do that again.”
Tim smiled, knowing full well his muscles wouldn’t take that again. He pulled her over on top of him. “Your turn, sweetie.” He hunched a few times until her hips began to respond.
“Oh,” she said, catching the rhythm. She began to move, fucking herself on his cock. His hands found her small firm tits, working the nipples gently. Hailey threw back her head, now moving back and forth on him. Tim grabbed her hips and helped her. The second cum didn’t take long as Hailey pitched forward onto his chest moaning in delight.
He slowed but never stopped, letting her recover slightly, then getting her going again. He rolled her to the side and quickly slid behind her, pulling her ass in the air, lining up, and slipping his cock back into her molten tight pussy.
Tim began fucking the girl, watching his shiny cock thrust into her and reappear, the lips of her pussy grasping it as it moved in and out. Tim found it highly erotic to watch himself fucking the girl. From this viewpoint, he could no longer see her tits. And since she shaved, there was no hair. Because she was so young, her hips hadn’t fully widened out. All this combined to give the impression that he was fucking a much younger girl. For a moment he felt funny, but the way her pussy grasped at his cock, he overcame any compunctions. Then he was able to enjoy the perversity of it. He thrust hard into the girl holding her by the hips.
Tim thrust down and up, as he slid into the girl running his cock over her clit, then driving the head of his cock into her G spot. Hailey had never felt a man do this and it drove her crazy. She began a series of orgasms, one after another, each rolling into the next, orgasms following orgasms. Her head fell forward and her body went limp, overcome by the cums. Tim had to hold her up as he fucked the girl.
The cum was boiling up in his balls. He let it come. He thrust hard and deep burying his cock as far as he could, and felt the first blast of his cum pouring into the girl. Blast after blast, he filled the girl. The white froth of cum poured out of the girl as he pumped her full. One last weak spasm and he was done. They both fell onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs, weak and drained, but satisfied beyond expectation.
Tim looked over at the clock. It indicated the time was one-twelve. “When do you have to go?” he asked.
Hailey tossed her loose hair back off her face and saw him looking at the clock. “Don’t worry. We have lots of time. When can you get hard again?”
“Roll over so I can see how beautiful and sexy you are and it won’t be long at all,” he said.
Hailey giggled but turned toward him, posing her lovely body for his enjoyment.
It wouldn’t be long at all, as Tim stared at her blemish free young body.
That night, Hailey pranced into Cinnamon’s room wearing her new swimsuit.
“Where’d you get that?” Cinnamon asked.
“A nice guy bought it for me,” she answered.
“I thought you were going to be more careful after…” Cinnamon started.
“No, really. He is like totally a nice guy,” Hailey whined. “He like, told me about winter and the swimsuit…”
“He knows about Wynter?” Cinnamon suddenly worried.
Flustered, Hailey babbled on, “No, like winter, like snow, you should know about snow, you get enough of it here. It’s about skin color and how I ought to wear, like pure cool colors…”
Cinnamon once again wondered if there was a chance that Hailey wasn’t really a blood relative. She loved her cousin like a sister, but sometimes…
“See, this color is like, totally cool on me but pink was absolutely wrong,” Hailey finished, looking at Cinnamon expecting her to understand.
“I have band practice tomorrow. We’re working on a new song, Bulldog. I think I’m going to bed,” Cinnamon said.
Cinnamon climbed into bed. Hailey tossed off her new bikini and crawled into bed with Cinnamon. “Didn’t you get enough today?” Cinnamon asked.
“Well, Yeah!” Hailey said. “Actually, he was like great. And we were talking and he is totally into redheads.”
Cinnamon rolled onto her back, “And how did that come up?”
“A lot of things came up, again and again,” Hailey said laughing. “But I like told him about you...”
“Please tell me you didn’t tell a stranger about…” Cinnamon started in on Hailey.
“He’s not a stranger, well not anymore. He is totally cool. It was between the second and third time so we knew each other by then. Come on, Sis. Just meet him,” Hailey said.
“Meet him?” Cinnamon asked.
“Yeah, see I told him about you, and I could tell he was totally into redheads, like a fetish maybe. And I asked if he’d like to do a three way. That’s when he got hard for the third time. I bet we could keep him hard for hours with you there. Sis, he gave me like a hundred cums. Imagine what he’d do with you there.”
“A hundred?” Cinnamon asked in incredulity.
“I don’t know. I lost count. What a way to lose count,” Hailey said dreamy.
Now Cinnamon was interested. She had never seen Hailey dreamy about any of her paramours. “Okay, I’ll meet him. No promises,” she said quickly as Hailey began to bounce on the bed.
“Tomorrow?”
“After practice,” Cinnamon conceded.
*****
The phone woke Tim in the morning. He picked it up and mumbled, “Yeah.”
“Are you going to be in your room this afternoon?”
He wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Who is this?”
“Duh! Hailey! Are you going to be in your room?” she asked exasperated.
Tim smiled remembering the day before. He had been planning to hit the road that morning. He was fast running out of vacation. But the thought of Hailey, and maybe a repeat, “For you, Dear, I’d run through town stark naked.”
“You don’t have to do that. Just be there this afternoon,” she said.
“Anything I should know? Anything I should do?” he asked.
“Rest,” she said
“Oh my God.” Tim said wondering how it could require more than the day before. That had nearly killed him.
Hailey giggled, proud that she had made him react exactly the way she wanted. “Bye…”
At one twenty-two, there was a knock at his door. Tim knew because he had been glancing at the clock every few seconds for an hour.
He opened the door. The first thing he noticed was that Hailey looked radiantly happy. She wasn’t dressed sexy this time. In typical Colorado fashion, it had been warm the day before. An arctic front blew straight in from the North Pole overnight and it was cold. Hailey was bundled up in jeans and a jacket but her long brunette hair hung free.
What really caught his eye was standing next to Hailey. The girl beside Hailey was a redhead whose hair hung to below her butt. She was wearing a sweater which highlighted her body. Even under the sweater, Tim could tell she was much more womanly in shape than Hailey. She had an understanding smile on her face as his eyes traced over her. From the faces, it was obvious that there was a family resemblance. From the bodies it was obvious they were both hotties, though the redhead was a good two inches shorter than Hailey.
Hailey burst out with, “This is Cinnamon, my cousin, but we call each other Sis.”
Tim extended his hand, “Pleased to meet you.”
She took it courteously, “My pleasure.”
“Please come in,” Tim said holding the door open.
Hailey bounced in and Cinnamon walked in giving the impression of royalty entering the room. Hailey was already throwing off her jacket, “Come on, let’s get undressed. Sis, you are so going to love this.”
“Whitney Gwyneth,” Cinnamon scolded her.
“Whitney Gwyneth?” Tim asked. “I thought you were Hailey?”
“I am,” she looked askance at Cinnamon. “It’s like, a long story. Everyone calls me Hailey.” She looked back at Cinnamon. “Well, that’s what we came for.”
“No, I came to meet Mr.” she waited.
“O’Hara, Tim O’Hara,” he said. “Please, have a seat.” Tim was immediately aware of Cinnamon’s presence, her being there. Her personality contrasted sharply from Hailey’s. Hailey was all impulse. He could imagine that Cinnamon never acted on impulse. Her eyes held his, communicating without words. And yet, he could sense some common bond between the two girls as well: maturity beyond their years.
Cinnamon took the chair. Whitney bounced onto the couch and lay back, exuding frustrated sexuality. Tim smiled, looked over at Cinnamon and could see her return the same thought. He laughed, she smiled in acknowledgement.
“Will you excuse me for a bit? I need to take care of something or we won’t be able to have a conversation,” he said to Cinnamon indicating Hailey.
“Certainly,” she said leaning back in the chair. “This I’d like to see.”
Tim turned to Hailey and took her in his arms. “About time,” she said before his lips sealed hers, preventing any further complaints. Tim was wearing a robe and Hailey’s hand quickly snuck inside to take his cock in hand. It quickly became hard as she stroked it.
His hands were wandering over her body, touching here and there, teasing her into arousal. She was having none of it, wanting it all now. He pressed her back, pinning her to the bed and continued teasing her. With one hand he pinned both hers to the bed above her head. It was his turn to be in charge.
Soon, he was stealing her clothes, but only one piece at a time. Now his lips sought out her exposed nipples, sucking them and teasing one then the other. Hailey was whining in need. He pushed off her jeans and settled between her legs, her bare pussy gaping open as she spread her legs in invitation. Her hands finally free, she grabbed at his head trying to pull him against her red pussy. He fought her for a second, until she relented, then he lunged forward.
As Tim attacked her pussy, licking and sucking, loving the aroma of young woman, a motion caught his eye. What he saw was a very naked Cinnamon climb onto the bed, lean down, and kiss Hailey in a full-on tongue twisting kiss.
If he thought he was hard before, Tim felt like his cock would pierce iron at that point. He watched as Cinnamon and Hailey kissed, not the first time obviously. Cinnamon tweaked Hailey’s nipples as Hailey’s hand went between Cinnamon’s thighs. The kiss grew more heated. Tim lapped, licked, and sucked Hailey’s snatch, enjoying the show.
Cinnamon pulled away to Hailey’s consternation. The redhead kissed down her body, finally ducking under Hailey’s thigh to join Tim. “May I?” she inquired.
He pulled back, his face covered with Hailey's juices. “Be my guest.”
“Sorry to intrude, but watching the way you were with playing Sis got me hot,” Cinnamon said.
Hailey’s hips were bucking in need, protesting the interruption. “Lick me.”
Tim nodded as Cinnamon dove in, licking and suckling at Hailey’s pussy. Tim sat back and enjoyed the view. Cinnamon’s flaming hair spread over the bed. Her tight little ass was inviting him. He crawled behind her, lifted her ass into the air. She missed not a beat as he took his engorged cock in hand and ran it up and down her slit. He seated in it her center and pushed, lodging his cock in her tight pussy. Cinnamon moaned as he slowly filled her with his cock.
Cinnamon had heard Hailey’s description of their fuck the day before. Now she too experienced it. Tim’s cock sought out every little bit of sensation from her body. The dual sensations of getting and fucking at the same time quickly brought her to her own climax. She shuddered and moaned, her whole body tensing then relaxing. She fell forward onto Hailey.
Hailey opened her eyes to see Tim’s red shiny dick standing straight out from his loins. Greedily, she moaned, “My turn.” She crawled around Cinnamon’s prone body and knelt before Tim presenting her ass. “Fuck me,” she begged.
Tim slid all the way into the girl in one slow push. He began fucking her in long slow strokes. What a tableau he beheld. Two girls, one brunette, one redhead, one freshly fucked and lying half on the couch, her hair like a halo of fire around her, the other fucking back at him with passion belying her young age. It was a dream… except for the mounting physical sensation.
If Plato had ever felt the intensity of pleasure pouring into Tim’s senses at that moment, he would have abandoned his Theory of Forms and become a hedonist that very moment. Hailey had gotten her first little cum from Cinnamon. Tim’s cock kicked off her first big one of the day. She started vibrating and moaning, Tim never wavering in his rhythm, kicking Hailey over the top into her climax. She fell forward, joining Cinnamon on the couch. Tim crawled between them.
Cinnamon was recovering and rolled over on top of Tim. She cooed, “Still hard. I like that in a man,” as she lined up and slid down his shaft, impaling herself on it. “Ooo…”
Tim smiled as the young woman filled herself with his shaft. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Although Cinnamon looked a bit older than Hailey, she was still quite young. He almost asked her age, but decided he didn’t want to know, and he knew this wasn’t a good time for discussion anyway, as Cinnamon began moving on his cock. She rode him as Tim ran his hands over her fuller tits, her rosy pink nipples hard and distended. Cinnamon closed her eyes and sped up, bouncing on his cock.
She shuddered; getting a small climax, she went right on. Another small climax rippled through her body, followed by another and another, the interval narrowing until Cinnamon was in a continuous climax, one on another, gasping and moaning, until like a doll with the stuffing falling out, she pitched forward.
Tim needed to cum. He rolled her over and mounted her, fucked the small girl hard and fast, his balls boiling up until his cum exploded, filling the little redhead to the brim with his cum.
The three of them lay on the bed, Hailey and Cinnamon draped over Tim’s happily depleted form. Hailey was holding his spent cock, crusted with their drying juices. “You know, this could make Possum happy.”
“Whitney Gwyneth. A hard cock does not cure everything,” Cinnamon scolded her.
“Who’s Possum?” Tim asked.
“A friend,” Cinnamon cut in before Hailey could talk. “Hailey thinks a hard cock cures anything.”
“For her, it does,” Tim said.
Cinnamon looked surprised, as though she just learned something she had never before considered. “You’re right.”
“Yeah,” Hailey said. Then realizing she might have just been insulted, she said, “Hey.”
“Miss hey hey Hailey,” Cinnamon said shaking her head, “the cock queen of Colorado.”
“I’m like sorry I mentioned it,” Hailey said. “You forgot being cock queen of Hawaii anyway. It is a nice cock,” she said rolling it between her fingers. “When will it be ready again?”
“Probably when I get back to California,” Tim said.
Hailey’s head came up, “What?”
“I have to go home tomorrow early,” Tim said.
“NO!” Hailey stormed, grabbing his dick. “I won’t let you go.”
“Be careful. You could pull that thing off,” Tim protested.
Cinnamon was laughing. “That’s what you get for giving Hailey a good fuck.”
“I’ll be more careful next time. I’ll give her a so-so fuck,” Tim said.
“Hey. That is so not funny, pickledick” Hailey said to Tim.
He decided not to ask what the hell that meant. “Seriously, I have to go back tomorrow. I do have a job. If you guys ever come to California, I’d love to show you around.”
Hailey grumped, “That is so not fair.”
Cinnamon said, “Thank you for the kind offer. If I ever come to California, I’d love it if you would show me around.”
“Well, yeah, me too,” Hailey said, showing her disappointment.
“We have to get cleaned up and pay a call on a patient,” Cinnamon said pointedly to Hailey.
“Oh,” Hailey sat straight up. “Yeah. So much for pleasure.” She kissed Tim. “Thanks.” She bounded out of bed and into the bath.
Cinnamon followed more sedately.
Tim was holding a business card, dressed in his robe when they emerged from the bathroom. He gave it to Cinnamon. “I’d give it to Hailey but I fear she’d lose it before she ever got a chance to use it.”
“Hey,” she said as Cinnamon and Tim shared a laugh.
"Cinnamon, if you decide your friend could use a good friend who would just also happen to give her some good and loving sex, I could always fly back and rent a car for a long weekend," Tim said.
"Now, don't start begging or I'll have to put you in Hailey's category," Cinnamon quipped.
Hailey put her hands on her hips, giving Cinnamon the eye as Tim laughed, "Not that!"
"You know, Mr. Pickledick, you could just fly back here for someone you already know," Hailey groused.
"It's a deal," Tim agreed, winking at Cinnamon as Hailey threw herself into his arms. Once again feeling the lovely young Hailey in his arms quickly sealed the deal. Airfare and a rental car just weren't that expensive, even in ski season.
Cinnamon nodded as he released Hailey. "Give me a week's warning and I'll make sure Hailey is really ready for your visit."
"You really think you can keep her away from the boys for a week?" Tim asked a smile on his face.
"You are both so not funny," Hailey sniffed. "I don't need any help being ready."
Cinnamon said under her breath, "You can say that again." Louder, "Let's go. We do have an appointment." Cinnamon slipped a card into Tim's hand. She had written an e-mail and a cell number on the back of his card. She winked when he looked up at her. "I'm sure we'll see each other again." Two quick hugs, and the girls were gone.
Tim spent many nights after that recalling the time in Colorado, always with a smile, always wondering who Hailey was accosting in the mall, and if Cinnamon would ever train her cousin to be discreet. He kind of hoped not. After all, Columbus Day was coming. After that was Thanksgiving, then Christmas and... There were lots of holidays this year.
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