Drip, drip, drip, swish, swish, the wipers were going at high speed, the rain just wouldn’t break and she was getting tired. After 14 hours of driving and the last three with the sun down and darkness sweeping in all she wanted was to close her eyes. Alice spotted a hotel sign off the highway up ahead. She took the exit and pulled around to the outer road and headed toward. Bob and Jane’s Roadside Kingdom, what a name she thought as she pulled in the drive way. The place looked like it had been built back in the sixties and nothing but trucks lined the driveway. She knew this was not going to be a great place, hell not even a good place but it was at least a bed and that would make it paradise.
She reached over to shake her sleeping husband, Tom, wake up, must be fucking nice to sleep while I do all the damn driving.
She got out of the car as Tom was slowly waking up and climbing out. Fuck Alice couldn’t you of found a place to stop besides Roach Palace? She looked at him waking up herself with the surge of anger growing in her. Who in the hell are you to complain, you sleep when on the road, and at home you can’t get your fucking lazy off the couch long enough to do more then eat and go to bed. Every since you lost your job you have made a new career of being a fucking lazy moron.
He didn’t reply, maybe because it was true, he didn’t even want to fuck her any more, he just laid around feeling sorry for himself. Or maybe he ignored her because she was already entering the lobby door. The room was $40.00 and when they got to it, it was what they both knew it would be, old wood paneling walls, a dirty looking room with a bumpy bed. She flipped on the light in the bathroom, the floor tile was yellowed from age, the shower old and dirt in the corners but fuck who cared she wanted to sleep and piss. She sits down on the stool and opened her legs and felt the soothing relief that only comes from emptying a full bladder. As she relaxed she could her Tom getting undressed and grumbling as he climbed in the bed that it was like trying to sleep on a bale of hay.
She noticed that many of the tiles were missing and hole right next to the stool that was stuffed with toilet paper. She thought in her mind most likely some fucking gay trucker sucking some other fucking gay truckers cock through that hole. She got up wiped her pussy with paper and pulled up her pink panties. She climbed in bed wearing only her panties, no need to worry about Tom wanting to touch her, he had not made an attempt to fuck her since he lost his job, and the one time before that she could remember was not much of a fuck it was like a little worm crawling up inside her and spitting its little bit of juice in all of three point six seconds.
She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Four or five hours later she woke up to do that deed again, she crept to the toilet, closing the door not wanting to wake up Tom and hear him bitch more. Bitching is all he seemed to be good for of late; she felt no compassion any more all she felt was disgust. This whole trip was about a possible job for him, like she wanted to move to fucking AL, down with the swamps and blacks, and bugs and dusty roads. Hell no but what else could they do, her company was doing lay offs every week and she was 40 years old and not as thin as she once was.
She just finished peeing when she heard sounds in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. My god she thought, these walls are made of paper. She could hear the long stream of piss and knew it had to be one of the truckers.
To this day she can not tell you why, or what entered her mind, maybe just girlish curiosity, but she pulled that paper out of the hole.
She reached over to shake her sleeping husband, Tom, wake up, must be fucking nice to sleep while I do all the damn driving.
She got out of the car as Tom was slowly waking up and climbing out. Fuck Alice couldn’t you of found a place to stop besides Roach Palace? She looked at him waking up herself with the surge of anger growing in her. Who in the hell are you to complain, you sleep when on the road, and at home you can’t get your fucking lazy off the couch long enough to do more then eat and go to bed. Every since you lost your job you have made a new career of being a fucking lazy moron.
He didn’t reply, maybe because it was true, he didn’t even want to fuck her any more, he just laid around feeling sorry for himself. Or maybe he ignored her because she was already entering the lobby door. The room was $40.00 and when they got to it, it was what they both knew it would be, old wood paneling walls, a dirty looking room with a bumpy bed. She flipped on the light in the bathroom, the floor tile was yellowed from age, the shower old and dirt in the corners but fuck who cared she wanted to sleep and piss. She sits down on the stool and opened her legs and felt the soothing relief that only comes from emptying a full bladder. As she relaxed she could her Tom getting undressed and grumbling as he climbed in the bed that it was like trying to sleep on a bale of hay.
She noticed that many of the tiles were missing and hole right next to the stool that was stuffed with toilet paper. She thought in her mind most likely some fucking gay trucker sucking some other fucking gay truckers cock through that hole. She got up wiped her pussy with paper and pulled up her pink panties. She climbed in bed wearing only her panties, no need to worry about Tom wanting to touch her, he had not made an attempt to fuck her since he lost his job, and the one time before that she could remember was not much of a fuck it was like a little worm crawling up inside her and spitting its little bit of juice in all of three point six seconds.
She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Four or five hours later she woke up to do that deed again, she crept to the toilet, closing the door not wanting to wake up Tom and hear him bitch more. Bitching is all he seemed to be good for of late; she felt no compassion any more all she felt was disgust. This whole trip was about a possible job for him, like she wanted to move to fucking AL, down with the swamps and blacks, and bugs and dusty roads. Hell no but what else could they do, her company was doing lay offs every week and she was 40 years old and not as thin as she once was.
She just finished peeing when she heard sounds in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. My god she thought, these walls are made of paper. She could hear the long stream of piss and knew it had to be one of the truckers.
To this day she can not tell you why, or what entered her mind, maybe just girlish curiosity, but she pulled that paper out of the hole.
