When Jenny caught up with the rest of the crew, the hand truck was empty.
“So how’d it go?” she asked them.
“Good. And how were things with you? Good news?”
“No. The Chinese and the Russians are closer to war, the Mexicans still want us out of their country while we play chicken with the Canadians, Brazil’s thinking of intervening in another African genocide, Australia still has a drought-”
“No, no, no,” said Tomo, “He means what Xia offered.”
Jenny sighed. “When we come here and pass off electronics, it’s about the only time I get to catch up on the news. Yeah, it’sa good price, ain’t it?”
“You tell me.”
“C’mon, I saw a table on the side, we can do shares there.”
The West Seneca Crew took the table and placed their earnings on top to divvy it between themselves.
“OK,” said Jenny, “we split this like we did the last few times, into eleven parts; that gives us two shares for everyone here, and one share for Shaun.”
“Still?” Charlie asked.
“Hey, we agreed, remember? Who brought us all together to form the crew, right? Who set up the basic company and our structure? We’d be a lot poorer and stuck on land without him.”
“Isn’t there, like, a time limit or something? I mean, he…”
Jenny continued to give Charlie a cold stare even after he stopped stumping for a redistribution of the loot. She did not let up on him until he turned his head away.
“Right,” she said coldly. “You want me to ask him to give up his treasure for you, Charlie?”
“…no, thatsokay…” he mumbled.
“You going to take it over to him again?” Tomo asked.
“Yeah, right after we finish this.”
“Does he still ride you hard when you go to tell him how his crew’s doing after he stayed ashore?” Dutch asked.
“Oh yeah,” said Jenny. “After I tell him what we did, I’m expecting to be ridden right after he dresses me down…”
When Jenny was done with being dressed down and ridden, she curled up with Shaun under the comforter, gave his cheek a peck and smiled.
Shaun gave a satisfied hum as he curled his arm around her, bringing her body closer to his. She could feel his heartbeat through all the sensitive parts she had against him where their skin met.
“So tell me about the weekend Canadians again,” he said.
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