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Chapter #3
Head to the closest hotel
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Lucky for me, I've been on this route before and know that I am only about half an hour from the next motel. It ain't much, but it is private and clean. As soon as time starts back up, I can hear tires screaching and inside my rank boxer briefs. I forgot about the car. Reaching over with my free hand, I grab what looks to be the front end of the sports car and squeeze. Metal grinds and the crushing sound is pretty loud. The engine stops due to being smooshed like a pancake. The engine noise is quickly replaced with the confused cries of that buzzed prick. You know - "Where am I...what the hell happened...etc, etc."
I decide to let him simmer in my briefs as I casually drive to the Point Inn. Arriving, they seem to be pretty much empty for this time of the year. I am given a room at the back end of the motel and grab a bag and my plaything. I shut the blinds and plop my heavy ass down on the bed. Unwrapping my gift, I see that I have caught a slightly handsome man in his thirties. He's got a nice goatee and what look to be decent biceps under his polo shirt. I pick the screaming dude up in my beefy fingers and take a good look at him.
"So you don't like fags?" I growl at him while he is only inches from my mouth.
He must have the biggest balls or be the dumbest man on the face of the earth. His reply was, "Do you know who I am? I am Thurston Thomas the third. I am as high as you get in the Family First foundation and am a millionaire."
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