Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3

Commissioned by: anongreay

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: October 8th, 2024

Word Count: 5,000 words

Synopsis: Daisy needs to convince the attorney, Dill, to help expose Boss Hogg’s evil plans.

CW: NSFW, mature for sexual situations, language, nudity, mature themes, and harassment.

Note: Set in an alternate universe based on Dukes of Hazzard, 2005, by Warner Bros. (Note: all characters belong to Warner Bros. This piece is not for commercial use and is only a fanfiction piece.)

Series List: Daisy Duke Fanfiction #1, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #2, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3

The day of the 70th annual Hazzard Road Rally had finally arrived.

Hundreds of visitors and tourists had spent the last few days piling into the small northwestern Georgia town, booking up every hotel within 30-miles. At the local race track, checkered flags lined the route and a huge inflatable tire sat over the race’s start, arching over the cars as they passed through at increasing speeds.

Tents and food vendors skirted the track and long lines of stadium-style bleachers lining the finish line. The seats bent under the weight of their eager spectators. A few cars passed by on some unknown lap and drew a raucous cheer from the crowd.

The excitement of the day was contagious. Daisy Duke, just arriving on the scene after making sure the roads coming into town were clear for her cousin’s arrival from Atlanta, was making a b-line for the crowd near the finish line.

Standing between a funnel-cake truck and a lemonade stand was none-other than Dill, one of the swarmy lawyers from New York City. Despite how their last meeting went, Daisy now knew all about Dill and Samantha’s motives for being in Hazzard County. She and Pauline had originally thought they were here to visit for the race—maybe—but after discovering how they were helping Boss in his attempt to take the Duke farm, she now had a bone to pick with the loser. 

Dressed in a skimpy leather vest with nothing under it, her tiny-denim-shorts, and wearing her hair down, Daisy strutted over to Dill. Her arms hung languidly at her sides as she strolled as if she simultaneously had all the time in the world but was still on an important mission with the way her boot-heels struck the asphalt and her luscious, sun-tanned thighs jiggled with each step. If Pauline was here, she would proudly tease her girl about releasing her “runway” style walk on the public, but Daisy was well aware of its power. She needed every ounce of her prowess if she was going to make sure the Duke farm, her family, and friends were going to be safe at the end of the day. There was too much riding on this moment!

Dill was nursing a syrupy paper cup of sweet tea. His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was mussed from several nights of bad sleep since Samantha had kicked him out of their shared hotel room. He was about to take a sip when Daisy stepped into view, swaying in all her heart-stopping glory. Dill involuntarily crunched his cup in his hands and the sweet tea splattered his suit jacket and white button up shirt.

The sweet tea splashed on the ground, but Dill stood rooted to the spot. Half of him was screaming to run away at the sight of the seductress, but the other half was ashamedly stuck staring like some dumb schoolboy.

What could that crazy woman want with him now? Hadn’t she tortured him enough?!

Daisy came to a stop within arm’s length. Her sweet peachy-body cream and the smell of her hairspray was intoxicating in her nearness. Not in overapplying but in memories: her leaning over him, her legs spread wide as she pressed his face to her chest. When she laid on him on that stage and made him feel her all over… His heart nearly stopped at the thought.

“Hey, Pill,” Daisy said.

Dill flinched. “It’s… Dill…”

She flashed a bright-white smile. She traced a hand through her hair and flicked her golden locks back over her shoulder.

“Whatever,” Daisy mused. “Are you enjoying the race? Who’s winning?”

“I—I haven’t seen much of it…” Dill motioned to look over his shoulder, but his eyes were locked on Daisy. He was already so easily under her influence. He was shocked he managed more than only grunt at her question.

“Well, I need to talk to you,” Daisy said. She folded her arms and popped a hip, enjoying the way he focused on the bulge of her natural breasts. Her double D’s smooshed into a valley of soft skin, nearly busting out of her small top. Daisy smiled, watching her desired effect wash over Dill. 

He weakly nodded, his lips contorting into different twists and little, “oh’s,” as he tried to speak. His voice wouldn’t work and all he could think of was her touch on his body. The lack of warmth he had felt all week, and how bad he wanted to go back to that horrifically embarrassing time on stage if it meant being with her again.

To be honest, he didn’t have much to look forward to in his life anymore. He was just stuck in this wretched place until the court case was over. Things couldn’t get much worse, could they? He was already at rock bottom and Samantha was sure to take over any amount of pay they received after the trial. She wouldn’t let him touch a dime as he had “nearly ruined us!” as she had screamed the other day. Ruined them in their personal lives, work, and by their reputation.

“Daisy, I’ll come with you,” Dill managed. Take me back, he thought. “I’m glad to see you again. I knew I’d run into you…”

Daisy looked him up and down and smirked. “Sure. And my favorite fashion is frumpy-just-out-of-bed.” She reached out and took his wet tie. She wrapped her fingers around the silk and was sure to graze her fingernails against his chest. She leaned close, her lip-gloss-covered lips pouting with want.

“Follow me,” she whispered.

Dill nodded. His feet moved first and he stumbled as she started to drag him, just like she did back when the first met. His tie was the leash, and he was the wiling participant, begging for scraps.

Maybe this time she wanted to be with him. Was she going to apologize to him for how she treated him? Maybe she was shy and didn’t want to do so in front of a lot of people. He had the feeling she liked to look strong in front of everyone.

Daisy pulled him over to the back of the bleachers. Dill shivered. He knew he didn’t want to get mistreated again. He didn’t deserve that treatment. But as Daisy lifted one boot and stepped over the railing at the back of the bleachers, her thighs flexing taut, he couldn’t not follow. How could he resist?

Daisy pulled Dill under the bleachers and wove through the metal poles and supports keeping the entire system together. Above them, audience members stomped and clapped as little bits of popcorn fell through and a Snickers wrapper fluttered in the air from one of the top rows only to be crunched under Daisy’s boot.  Daisy kept looking up, her hair fluttering over her shoulders as she did so. Once she found a spot she liked, she stopped.

“Dill, I have to say I was unhappy with the way you treated my friends at the bar the other day.” Daisy pouted. She turned to him and traced her fingers through his messy hair. She stepped close to him and met him nose to nose, her big auburn eyes searing gaps of yearning into his soul.

“W-what did you n-need to t-talk to me about?” Dill sputtered. He was suddenly very aware of the sitcky sweet tea on his shirt and the state of his dress. He should have been more careful. Maybe he had a chance with Daisy but now would only squander it because he wasn’t up to her expectations.

“Hmm,” Daisy hummed. “I like this tie.” Twisting it in her fingers, Daisy leaned against Dill, her breasts piling onto his clavicle and pushing up under his chin. A deep breath gasped out of his mouth as he tried not to look down into the valley of her cleavage. He stumbled backward and right into a pole supporting the bleachers. He scrambled to keep his balance, but Daisy leaned heavily against him, letting her entire body press against his.

Intoxicated, he suddenly grasped her tiny waist in his hands. If she didn’t want him to touch her, she wouldn’t be this close. He dug his fingers into her soft skin and twisted his thumb around the belt loop of her teeny-tiny shorts. He hitched her shorts and suddenly pulled her closer, smashing their bodies together in one quick movement. Daisy’s breasts bounced and she yelped in surprise.

“Oh! Someone’s brave,” she whispered. Keeping her cool, she slowly pulled off his tie, the soft fabric whispered across his crumpled collar. She was going to let him think he was in control for one moment as his hands tightened on her, desperate to palm her. Dill started to sweat. His heart had to be racing as he held her close. Daisy paused for a moment, letting him hold her. He didn’t notice the smile growing on her face.

This man really was too easy. She was going to make him regret ever coming to Hazzard.

Removing the tie, Daisy grasped his hands and pulled them away from her waist.

“Tsk, tsk, Dill. No one likes a handsy man,” she teased. She pulled his hands over his head, making his suit jacket flare out from his sides. “You can’t grab a woman like that!” She lashed his hands to the pole with his tie, snaking the tie around his wrists and pulling it tight. Dill gaped up at her, now half sagging as he had fallen off-kilter and struggled to stand fully.

Daisy grinned. She secured his hands and before she moved away, she leaned close one more time, putting her soft lips on his ear.

“Not unless she orders you to,” she whispered. She traced her mouth across the reddening skin of his ear to prove a point. Stepping back, she surveyed her handiwork.

Dill stood with his arms over his head and his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

“D-Daisy?!” he stammered. “What are you doing?!”

Daisy crossed her arms. “Don’t take offense, hon. I’m here to ask you a question. I know you’ve been helping out Boss with his court case. You see, he’s trying to take my family’s farm and I know you don’t really want that to happen.”

Dill sputtered. He was hired for this; he couldn’t possibly say anything against Boss himself. He would lose his job! 

“Oh no, but—it’s just a job! I don’t mean no harm. I never would have taken it if I’d known—”

“And it’s just my life,” Daisy said. She sighed and relaxed. Her arms dropped to her sides and her eyes transformed into a doe-eyed plea. “But I know you wouldn’t want to hurt me. Right? I mean… especially after what you said when we last parted… do you remember?”

The slime ball had tried to continue hitting on her even after she had humiliated him.

“And my offer still stands! I can make you very happy if you would just let me know. I know you. I know what you want, how to make you—”

“If you swear, there is one thing you could do for me,” Daisy said. “Stop Boss. Save my farm.”

Dill shook his arms. “That’s the one thing I can’t do! I swear Daisy, I would if I could!”

Daisy traced a finger up her leg, looping the bottom of her shorts and pulling them up slowly to reveal even more skin on her incredibly long, toned legs. “I mean, I could convince you to help me…”

Dill, with every ounce of strength in his entire pathetic being, shook his head. “I can’t do that… Please don’t do this to me…”

Daisy approached. She started to pick open one button on his shirt after the other.

“Are you sure? Can I change your mind?” Her voice switched into a sing-song allure. It was gravelly and sexy in its low, honeyed tones. She whispered and dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she spoke. Her heavily outlined eyes and thick mascara deepened her gaze and captured Dill’s attention.

She opened his shirt, baring him to the open air.

“Just stop him. You owe me that much after how I’ve treated you,” Daisy said. She bent down, her wide ass clearly in view behind her as she pressed her lips to his chest, leaving one lipstick stain after the other on his pale skin. Her fingers traced his stomach, and she got down onto her knees to nibble at his side and tickled him with her kisses.

“Daisy, Daisy!” Dill gasped. He wriggled and tried to shake her off but she stood back up and pecked a teasing kiss on the top of his nose, turning it bright red with her lip-gloss and tint. 

“Swear you will walk over to the courthouse and stop Boss Hogg’s plans, right baby?” Daisy murmured. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him again.

“I can’t. You know I can’t…” his voice was failing him. His body was reacting to her charms and he knew she had noticed. Daisy giggled and reached down to her chest, her hands hovering at the opening of her vest. Her nipples were already visible, pressing through the thin brown fabric.

“Do you want to see them again?” Daisy asked. She rubbed against him for good measure. Sweat started to bead on Dill’s forehead. He couldn’t say no. Every fiber of his being was willing to do almost anything if it meant seeing her incredible tits.

“Do you?” Daisy repeated. She opened up her vest but kept it closed with her hand, waiting to hear him say it. Dill whimpered and tried to look away.

Keeping her vest closed, her breasts threatening to burst out; Daisy released her arm from around his neck and grasped his chin and forced him to look upward.

“If you don’t help me, there sure are a lot of people above us who would like to know what trouble you are getting into,” she whispered. “Would you like to make a show of it, again?”

Above them, dozens of people filled the stands. Some people hung their feet down in the gaps between the bleacher’s aisles and the seats. One pair of smart black flats caught Dill’s attention.

They were sitting right below Samantha.

Daisy moved slowly, grinding against him as she enjoyed watching him wilt under the realization.

“Will you help me? Or should I ask Samantha?”

Dill collapsed. Her nearness was too much. His need was paramount, overcoming all his other senses.

“If you don’t listen to me, maybe we’ll have to ask Samanthan to help out. I’m sure she’ll love to see you with me again like this,” Daisy said.

Dill whimpered. Daisy wasn’t trying to tease him now, that was a real threat. Daisy took a step back, crossed her arms over her double-d’s and stared him down, daring him to disobey her. By now, Dill knew how this worked. She’d use her charms to overcome him no matter what but the less people who knew, the better. He glanced up at Samantha, sitting in her pencil skirt, pantyhose and short heeled shoes. She was prim and proper, all neatly tied together unlike Daisy who was so ready to use her body to trick weak-minded men like Dill. But Dill didn’t understand the real power she held over him. Samantha in her own ways could control him with her sharp words and by withholding attention but Daisy? Daisy also had her luscious, beautifully toned and athletic body, only softened where it really mattered with gorgeous thighs, a rockin’ ass, and endless breasts. There was something different to that, a power he couldn’t resist.

“Okay,” he spat. Desperate.

“What was that?” Daisy held the flaps of her vest closed, as if ready to reveal the greatest sight in the world. “Can you say it louder?”

“Okay. I’ll do it!” Dill exclaimed. His face burned red with a mix of shame or need. This woman had tricked him again!

“I need you to say it clearer than that sweetheart,” Daisy said.

“I’ll do it. I’ll stop Boss Hogg and save your farm,” Dill promised. The words felt like poison—an oath to be rid of. He spit them away and instead struggled with his bounds, eager to get closer to Daisy. If he was already this screwed, he now needed to take her, kiss her, and explore her every secret despite being in a very public place.

“Good boy,” Daisy said. She swaggered back to him, standing so close he couldn’t see it, but she opened her vest, letting her gigantic double d’s spill out to press against his bare chest. Just like when she had straddled him on stage and decided to kiss Dill for the hell of it. His entire body trembled, and he whimpered, trying to twist and get to see a better look. He wanted to see her in her full beauty, not just feel it. Her soft skin and warm touch were overwhelming. But the view of Samantha above them was a cold, harsh fear.

With little Dill in her grip, Daisy decided to have some fun once again. If she really rewarded him, this weak-willed man would be ready to do anything or go anywhere for her. She mines-well enjoy a little bit of it too. Something about the power she held over men was intoxicating so, why not? It wasn’t like anyone was watching. And if they were, it would be one heck of a show.

“Now I’ll make it worth your time, just make sure you stay quiet and don’t let Samantha know you are down here… or there will be consequences,” Daisy teased. She kissed his cheek, pressing her bright lip gloss onto his skin and pressed the warmth of her breasts against him. Dill bucked and struggled. He needed to take her into his hands and let her fill his palms. He needed to kiss and taste—he needed to get closer!

Daisy grasped Dill’s head and bent his face forward, pressing his face into her gaping cleavage.

“Now tell me how you are going to go to Boss Hogg and be a good boy,” Daisy whispered. Dill struggled to catch his breath as he messily kissed and licked her sweet skin. His mouth slipped and struggled between the need to breath or dissolve against her body. He wanted more and the taste of her honeyed skin was intoxicating. Her nipples, hardening as she enjoyed the moment, rubbed against his chest, further exciting him.

Daisy pulled his head back up and looked him in the eye, nose to nose as he gasped for air.

“And how you are going to save my farm and save the day, right? You’ll be a bigshot lawyer, batting for my team now?”

“I will—please! I’ll do it. I swear, I’ll tell on Boss Hogg and I can throw out the case. Anything for you Daisy. Please, let me help you—”

“Shh, not so loud,” Daisy teased. “You don’t want to catch Samantha’s notice, now do you?” She then stood up quickly, smacking him in the face with her boobs. Dill yelped. Daisy laughed and reached around him, searching his jacket’s pockets. She pulled out some cash, receipts, and then lo’ and behold, her favorite red bra from her performance on stage.

“You little perve,” Daisy exclaimed. She held up the gigantic red cups and lacy number and waved it in front of Dill’s face. “You actually kept this?”

Dill smiled, his face burning red as he remembered her strutting around on stage with her breasts and thighs trembling with each step. He had held onto those silky cups every night as he slept alone in the Sheriff’s office since there had been nowhere else to go with all the hotel rooms booked up for the race that weekend.

The bra had felt like a gift to him for all he suffered. It was all he had left and while he was desperate and lost without Samantha, it had given him something to hold onto.

Daisy leaned over, her breasts hanging down to show off her golden valley. Scooping her girls into the waiting cups, Daisy pulled on the bra and shimmied and shifted until she settled comfortably into the scarlet cups. Standing up, Daisy’s breasts bounced and crested over the lacy cups like two gorgeously rolling hills.

"Thanks for holding onto this, this was my favorite pair!” Daisy bent over and picked up her vest that she had dropped onto the ground. She put that back on and it somehow looked even hotter than before, now with the extra lift. The bra pushed her breasts up to nearly her chin if she looked down. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Giving herself one last enjoyable shake, Daisy bounced up and put her hands on her hips.

“Okay, let’s go. No time to waste!”

Dill blanched. He shook his arms, still tied up.

“Oh, sorry, hold on for just one second,” Daisy said. She hurried out of the stands, leaving Dill alone.

Back out in the cheering crowds as the sounds of engines shook the air, Daisy hurried over to the racetrack. Beyond the stands, a group of officers lined the road to keep the crowd in control. One deputy, smaller in stature, slouched over a melting bowl of ice cream, happily slurping away.

“Hey, Enos,” Daisy said. She leaned over the barrier on her elbows, pushing up her breasts. Enos spun around and his eyes bulged as he settled on Daisy. A little dribble of vanilla ice cream trickled down his chin to stain his uniform.

“D-Daisy! What are you doing here?” He licked his lips and hurriedly set his sundae down on the barrier.

“Hey deputy,” Daisy sing-songed. “Are ya’ busy?” She pursed her lips and giggled, in full enchant mode. With Enos, it was easy. A cutesy smile and a wink was all it took to put him under her spell. Heck, she could just breath and he would be ready to jump to her assistance.

Enos looked back at the track as a car zoomed by and then spun around to check where his coworkers were as they stood and watched the audience.

“Uh, I think we are covered. But the sheriff won’t like it if I’m gone for too long,” Enos said. His eyes dipped to her chest and his face turned bright scarlet. He was still in shock from her seduction of him just the other day.

This Boss situation was sure keeping her busy!

“Great, follow me. I need someone escorted to the courthouse, if you wouldn’t mind lending a hand,” Daisy said.

Daisy led Enos like a puppy dog chasing after treats. He followed on her heel and without question under the bleachers. He didn’t hesitate until he saw her pathetic quarry, Dill, standing with his hands tied above his head and his shirt undone. The smear of toner and pink lipstick on his chest was obvious. Enos colored a shade darker and shot a worried look at Daisy.

“Don’t worry, he just needed a little convincing. You know how it is,” Daisy said.

Dill’s head shot up as she spoke. A mix of happiness and desperation filled his eyes.

“Daisy!” he whisper-shouted. “Where did you go?” He wiggled his arms and tried to stand up straight, but it was useless.

“I’m here, I’m here. I just had to get my good friend Enos so he can escort you straight over to the courthouse for me.”

“Escort? Aren’t you coming with me?” Dill asked hopefully. He was headed directly for his downfall, but he still had hopes on getting closer to Daisy.

“I’ll be there in the crowd to make sure you say what you promised. Deal?”

Dill nodded numbly. Maybe she was planning on rewarding him more after he did what she asked. He could only hope.

Daisy came over and untied him, sure to bump his face with her chest as he did so. She untied his bounds and let him stretch out his arms as soon as he was free. Keeping a hand on Dill’s suit jacket, she turned to Enos.

“Enos, sweetie? Do you have any of your handcuffs? I could sure use them right now. We need to make sure Dill doesn’t try to tidy up before his big appearance.”

Enos nodded and hurried over, presenting a pair of handcuffs. Daisy took them and popped them open.

“Dill, put your hands behind your back like a good boy,” she teased. Numb, he listened. His heart pounded as the cold metal closed around his wrists and his bare chest was left out in the open, too obvious to be ignored. He looked like a rascal, a dumb frat boy that had been out all night partying.

“Good boy,” Daisy said. She smacked another lipstick-staining kiss on his cheek and pushed him toward Enos.

“Aren’t you glad I only put on a bathing suit to get your help?” Daisy asked Enos. He blushed and stuttered.

“I—well—D-Daisy, you d-don’t have to d-do anything to convince m-me!”

“You’re sweet,” Daisy said. She blew him a kiss and made to leave. “Enos, please take Mr. Lawyer here to the courthouse. He has something important to say about Boss Hogg. I have something to do first, but I’ll meet you boys there!”

As she left, Daisy’s hips swayed with a confident swagger and the victory call of The General Lee sounded in the distance.

It looked like everything was all coming together.

***

Daisy joined a growing crowd around the courthouse. TV crews were getting set up and both Boss Hogg and the Sheriff were at the center, shaking hands and laughing.

Sliding next to Samantha, Daisy shot her a bright smile and leaned forward, making sure she got a good full view of her open chest.

“What do you want?” Samantha said. She kept her eyes straight forward, focused on the mayor.

“I’m here to watch the speech,” Daisy said. “And I saw your familiar face, so I just had to come over and say hello.”

A gasp settled over the crowd. A woman shouted and everyone collectively turned to see Dill and Enos approach and push their way into the center of the crowd. Dill’s shirt was still open, and Daisy’s bright lipstick stains were obvious as a flying flag.

Samantha stiffened. She blanched and her fingers curled into fists as she trembled.

“If I were to give you some friendly advice, if you have a man wandering around like that… I suggest you find someone better.”

Samantha side-eyed her. She was so shocked she could hardly move.

“We had a little fun today… right under the bleachers. When I was kissing him, I think I looked up and saw you sitting right above us. What a coincidence, no?”

Samantha’s eyes bulged and her face turned scarlet. She pushed Daisy away with a gasp and hurried away. She had to get out of this hick-filled, god-forsaken town!

Daisy smiled and turned to watch the show unfold before her. Dill struggled to speak as Boss Hogg tried to push him away from the camera’s view.

“It’s all to steal the Duke farm! They want to open mines in Hazzard County!” he shouted. The Sheriff made a show of quickly dragging him away. Boss Hogg waved his ten-gallon hat and showed the crowd a shimmering smile.

“It’s okay, all’s okay!” he said. “Looks like the poor fella went on a bender.”

The crowd murmured. Dill’s words had taken affect. It looked like he had made a small difference. Now it was time for his reward…

***

After the news debacle, Daisy snuck into the local jail with Enos’ help to visit Dill. She found poor Dill locked up in a cell. He was sitting alone, eager to get the hell out of town when he heard the clang of keys. Looking up excitedly, expecting the deputy, he shrank back when the buxom Daisy entered instead with a big grin. Daisy spun the keys around her fingers and bounced on in.

“Hey, Dill. What a nice speech you made.”

“Daisy? I knew you would come. Are you going to get me out of here? You can probably trick the guards, right?”

Daisy shook her head. “You are not going anywhere. There’s about to be a big party here soon. I’m sure Boss Hogg and the Sheriff will be getting drunk and celebrating like they’ve saved the day after your crazy stint.”

“Where will you be? What about us?”

“Us?” Daisy stepped close to the bars of his cell. She grasped her chest, absolutely overflowing from her red bra and leather vest. “There is no us, honey. I’ll be busy. Enos is going to have his hands full tonight after helping me out.” She kneaded her chest, squeezing her breasts and faking a moan of pleasure. Daisy slowly started to peel her vest open. She popped it off, and it fell to the floor with a whoosh, once again revealing her beautiful chest.

Dill rushed to his feet and grasped the cell’s bars, nearly snapping them in half if his puny hands could accomplish such a feat. His knuckles burned white and sweat beaded on his scarlet face.

Daisy’s breasts were swelling, bowling over the lace of her bra like a sweet, delectable muffin top. She took the jail cell keys and ran them along her sternum, then slipped the key’s tip along her cleavage, tracing her golden skin.

Suddenly, she dropped them, and the keys buried themselves into her cleavage. Dill moaned.

“You should think about how easily a smart lawyer like you was outsmarted by this little country girl,” Daisy said. “I know you’ll have plenty of time to think about that in here so you can come to terms with how you’ll never, eeevvveeeerrrrr experience any of this… again.” She stroked herself, running her hands up and down her luscious curves. She threw back her head and flipped her hair with a grin.

Dill nearly fell as her taunt hit him like a ton of bricks. “Oh no! Daisy! I’m so sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding!” His eyes tried to drink the vision of her in one last time. Trying to commit her all to memory. “We can talk about this. Don’t leave me in here!”

Daisy shook her head, hiding a laugh. “Hope you have a good memory, sweetie cause you’re gonna need it.” She spun around and strutted toward the door, slinging her hips upon each powerful step.

“Bye Dill,” she blew him a kiss, “enjoy your weekend.”

Dill folded. He fell to the floor with a whimper and begged for Daisy to return as her boot-strikes echoed farther and farther away.