“If you hurt that boy, I will f*cking kill you,” Bev declared sternly but with a smile.

“That’s fair.” I laughed. “But it won’t be an issue—”

“I mean it,” Bev interrupted. “I will find you, and I will cut those cute tits right off and feed ‘em to my pigs,” she said, pointing her finger back and forth at my breasts.

Instead of feeling angry and defensive as per usual, I felt compassion and admiration for her loving loyalty. ...