dangerous as she was, I doubt she ever had a problem getting what she wanted.
She was the money; at least I hoped she was since I was broke, and she obviously didn’t have a problem acquiring whatever we needed. We found a Red Star Café, and she let me stay out in the car unattended. Actually, she suggested, well ordered, that I stay out in the car. Kind of like she was still afraid somebody might see me. It wasn’t like I was on the government’s Most Wanted list; I mean I was wanted by a secret organization of people who spent their lives hiding in the shadows. I felt confident that I could move about in backwater Texas without being recognized. She did not agree.
There was very little around us for as far as I could see. Just a couple of necessity stores lined the chipped up highway. There might have been something else near a ridge off in the distance, but I felt like I wasn’t seeing as well as I was the night before. The sunlight hurt my eyes. I was grateful to have sunglasses. Maeve’s attention to detail in anticipating my needs was becoming impressive.
I know she told me to stay in the car, but I couldn’t. My legs were twitching, my ass was hurting, and I had to pee. I tried to respect her wariness about staying incognito. I even waited until nobody was around. But, I was done. I had to go , so I got out, and raced a piece of rolling tumbleweed across the street to the only gas station. It had an outdoor men’s room entrance, so I let myself in and ducked out of sight before Maeve caught me.
After I washed my hands, I stared back at the man in the mirror. The guy who looked at me did so with disapproval. He resembled my father, maybe a little less than he used to since Dad would never embrace the monster I had. He… I … looked sad. I missed Dad. I had to get home to see him. As much as I was beginning to enjoy my time with Maeve, I knew she was not going to let me go, so I needed to find some way to ditch her.
Good luck with that.
I turned as the door to the bathroom was swung open with so much force the door handle cracked the brown-streaked tile. Maeve stepped in chiding, “What are you doing?”
I looked around and pointed to the gross collection of yellow-stained urinals on the wall, “What are you doing? This is the men’s room.”
She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Someone might have seen you.”
I copied her unnecessary whisper, “Well nobody would even notice me if I was standing next to you. You’re just too pretty.” I pocketed my sunglasses and batted my eyelashes with obnoxious intent.
She rolled her eyes, “Come on.” She said half exasperated and half amused. The charmer strikes again. Look out ladies, he’s dangerous!
The more I live the more I appreciate the detail available during the slow times, because when something goes wrong it usually happens so fast I don’t have a chance to really know what is happening. Maeve exited first. As I stepped out I felt her hand snatch me by the shoulder and drag me around to the backside of the building. She cursed under her breath using sailor-blushing-profanity that only reaffirmed my suspicion that she could be the one for me.
She peeked around the corner toward the GTO. I took a glance myself to see a new Street Viper rig pulling in behind us, and around it three cars and six motorcycles circled the GTO. All of them were pimped out in full Street Viper style and color: straight black, cool paint. One of the leather clad Vipers had hopped off his bike and cupped both hands over the driver window so he could peer inside through the dark tint of the windows. Maeve looked somewhat panicked. I wasn’t too worried. She dispatched three times as many of Cade Arkman’s goons during my rescue, and from what I had seen of her armor, it was something she called up using some kind of mojo.
“Well?” I said ready to get the show on the road.
“Well what?” She
She was the money; at least I hoped she was since I was broke, and she obviously didn’t have a problem acquiring whatever we needed. We found a Red Star Café, and she let me stay out in the car unattended. Actually, she suggested, well ordered, that I stay out in the car. Kind of like she was still afraid somebody might see me. It wasn’t like I was on the government’s Most Wanted list; I mean I was wanted by a secret organization of people who spent their lives hiding in the shadows. I felt confident that I could move about in backwater Texas without being recognized. She did not agree.
There was very little around us for as far as I could see. Just a couple of necessity stores lined the chipped up highway. There might have been something else near a ridge off in the distance, but I felt like I wasn’t seeing as well as I was the night before. The sunlight hurt my eyes. I was grateful to have sunglasses. Maeve’s attention to detail in anticipating my needs was becoming impressive.
I know she told me to stay in the car, but I couldn’t. My legs were twitching, my ass was hurting, and I had to pee. I tried to respect her wariness about staying incognito. I even waited until nobody was around. But, I was done. I had to go , so I got out, and raced a piece of rolling tumbleweed across the street to the only gas station. It had an outdoor men’s room entrance, so I let myself in and ducked out of sight before Maeve caught me.
After I washed my hands, I stared back at the man in the mirror. The guy who looked at me did so with disapproval. He resembled my father, maybe a little less than he used to since Dad would never embrace the monster I had. He… I … looked sad. I missed Dad. I had to get home to see him. As much as I was beginning to enjoy my time with Maeve, I knew she was not going to let me go, so I needed to find some way to ditch her.
Good luck with that.
I turned as the door to the bathroom was swung open with so much force the door handle cracked the brown-streaked tile. Maeve stepped in chiding, “What are you doing?”
I looked around and pointed to the gross collection of yellow-stained urinals on the wall, “What are you doing? This is the men’s room.”
She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Someone might have seen you.”
I copied her unnecessary whisper, “Well nobody would even notice me if I was standing next to you. You’re just too pretty.” I pocketed my sunglasses and batted my eyelashes with obnoxious intent.
She rolled her eyes, “Come on.” She said half exasperated and half amused. The charmer strikes again. Look out ladies, he’s dangerous!
The more I live the more I appreciate the detail available during the slow times, because when something goes wrong it usually happens so fast I don’t have a chance to really know what is happening. Maeve exited first. As I stepped out I felt her hand snatch me by the shoulder and drag me around to the backside of the building. She cursed under her breath using sailor-blushing-profanity that only reaffirmed my suspicion that she could be the one for me.
She peeked around the corner toward the GTO. I took a glance myself to see a new Street Viper rig pulling in behind us, and around it three cars and six motorcycles circled the GTO. All of them were pimped out in full Street Viper style and color: straight black, cool paint. One of the leather clad Vipers had hopped off his bike and cupped both hands over the driver window so he could peer inside through the dark tint of the windows. Maeve looked somewhat panicked. I wasn’t too worried. She dispatched three times as many of Cade Arkman’s goons during my rescue, and from what I had seen of her armor, it was something she called up using some kind of mojo.
“Well?” I said ready to get the show on the road.
“Well what?” She
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