All the women dressed in their regular clothes brought Winter to a standstill. They had informed her that they were going with her to the meeting. Of course afterward they planned on dragging her to the local tattoo shop for her long overdue tat.

Viper had told her, the day after the deputy’s attack, that all eight original members had given her their vote for trying to save Lily’s life. Winter had managed to avoid the tattoo until now. The women were determined that it was time that she made it official, she was a Last Rider. Winter gave in with a smile knowing they were right.

Ms. Richards, on the other hand, was not as moved as she was by their show of support, asking snidely if she wanted her job. Winter had remained quiet, sucking up the haughty woman’s comment. When Viper would have let the woman have it, Winter merely shook her head pleadingly, just wanting to get the ordeal over.

The doors to the school board meeting opened, giving the public entrance to the rest of the meeting. As they were about to go through the door, the outside door opened and the biker bitches came through the door. Winter’s face paled at their appearance. They were wearing their tight blue jeans and leather jackets with biker boot heels. Winter seriously wanted to melt in a puddle. Beth, seeing them come through the doorway, hurried forward hoping to prevent them from coming into the meeting.

“Sex Piston, did you need something?” Beth asked quickly, hoping to get them out of the building before they were seen.

“Nope, when you texted me this morning saying you couldn’t keep your hair appointment and why, we decided to come too. If it was important enough for The Last Riders women to be here, then we needed to be here. The bitch needs all the support she can get.” Sex Piston nodded her head at Winter.

“It’s all right, the room is already almost full. I don’t want you to go through the bother. Why don’t we meet in the diner in an hour?” Winter came forward, also trying to divert them.

“Girl, there’s nothing more important than standing up for another bitch,” Crazy Bitch butted in, her breasts barely squeezed into her tight t-shirt.

T.A., Killyama, and another one that they introduced as Fat Louise ignored her, moving on towards the meeting room. Ms. Richards, striding out of the meeting room, came to a full stop when she saw who Winter was talking too.

“What are you doing here?” She asked sternly.

Winter didn’t understand her question until she realized she was talking to Sex Piston.

“Giving our bitch moral support. Why you here, Diamond?” Sex Piston answered

“I have told you not to call me that,” she hissed.

“It’s your fucking name bitch,” Sex Piston hissed back.

Her haughty lawyer lost her cool. “Don’t talk like trash.”

“I’m gonna tell mom you called me trash,” Sex Piston told her.

“You do and if she calls me, I’ll smack you silly,” Ms. Richards warned.

Winter’s mouth dropped open when it dawned on her they were sisters and Sex Piston was obviously the younger of the two. The resemblance was there. Both had the same shade of red hair and hazel eyes. Sex Piston was thinner than her sister who was heavier, but just as curvy.

Ms. Richards inhaled sharply before she gathered her professional persona around her like a cloak.

“If you lose this case, it won’t be my fault. You cannot flaunt your lifestyle and expect to keep a job in this community,” she told Winter. “I can’t perform miracles. If you really want to support her, go home Sex Piston and take your whore friends with you.” She started to leave, but turned back to Sex Piston for her final insult.

“If mom calls me, I’ll tell her to fuck off, so it’s up to you if you want to start another fight between us.” She concluded the conversation without a word of goodbye to her sister.

Sex Piston stood there and Winter could see that her sister’s words had hurt.

Winter stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Let’s go in Sex Piston.” She owed these women her life. She wasn’t going to insult them by asking them to leave.

Once everyone was seated, the meeting was called to order. The meeting started with discussions of the budget. Ben Stiles read the next item on the docket, which was to terminate Winter’s employment. Ms. Richards stood to her feet. When they gave her permission to speak, she gave clear and concise reasons why Winter should not be fired, stating her professional record and the contributions she made to the school system as a whole. Not just the high school, she often volunteered performing duties beyond her job description. Several of her students had shown up also to support her, giving their testimonials of what she had been able to accomplish for their future. Then her fellow colleagues were asked to speak.

“They hire her back, I’m going to go back and get my diploma,” Crazy Bitch whispered loudly to Sex Piston.

“You’re too old,” Sex Piston told her, not trying to whisper.

“I’m not too old, I’m just twenty-five.”

“That’s too old, those snooty bitches,” Sex Piston nodded toward the high school teachers that had came to support Winter, “would be afraid you’d fuck the boys and turn the girls into bitches.”

“Don’t want no young dick,” Crazy Bitch refuted, not denying the possibly about recruiting the girls.

“You’d fuck young stud dick,” Killyama broke into the conversation.

“Don’t fuck young dick, wouldn’t fuck them stuck-up bastards behind that big desk either,” Crazy Bitch argued back.

Winter bit her knuckle as they talked, having long since regretted inviting the biker bitches to stay.

“Two of them are women,” Sex Piston said popping her gum.

“Which ones?” Both Crazy Bitch and Killyama scrutinized the school board members.

The board stopped further testimonials, calling for a vote while several members glared at the women. Actually there were three female board members Winter counted.

Winter jumped to her feet. “Before you judge my future employment, I would like a chance to speak.”

“Go ahead.” Ben Stiles motioned her towards the podium.

“First, I would like to thank the School Board for taking time in their busy schedule to give me a fair opportunity to explain.” Winter described her attack and her recovery at The Last Riders. “I will not deny I am in a committed relationship with Mr. James, who is the president of The Last Riders, but in all fairness, the board must admit it is not in my contract that I couldn’t live out of wedlock with a male. Furthermore, I feel that it is hypocritical to hold it against me for living with Loker James when two members of the school board share a similar situation.”

“Loker James has also become an important member of our community and will, in the near future, be one of Treepoint’s largest employers. Next week, they will start hiring for over fifty positions that will also pay a very generous salary with full benefits.”

The school board perked up immediately, new business meant collecting more in taxes.

“If I cannot find employment in Treepoint, we have decided to move to Ohio, where Mr. James has an existing factory and I will be able to find a job in the field of education which I love. Mr. James has no ties to this town. It was his brother who was murdered by one of the very members who used to seat on this board. Both of us would like to see his brother’s dream of helping our financially deprived community find opportunities and wouldn’t want this board’s decision to effect the community by denying them much needed employment.”