Driving To Maine (fiction of the apocalypse)
Thursday, 31 July 2014 09:10First: Introduction
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July 3
Speed woke up early, somewhere in a motel on the way to Maine. Maine. The big guy was snoring, the noises heavy and loud. He only did that when he'd been drinking - of course, he'd been drinking quite a bit since this road trip started.
The ropes were tight, but Speed had handled tighter. He began wiggling, as quietly as he could. If he did this right, he could be out of the ropes - and the gag - and out the door before the big guy even finished this dream.
It had been fun while it lasted, but Speed didn't want to go to Maine. He wanted to go to Vegas.
Previous: You're Welcome
July 3
Speed woke up early, somewhere in a motel on the way to Maine. Maine. The big guy was snoring, the noises heavy and loud. He only did that when he'd been drinking - of course, he'd been drinking quite a bit since this road trip started.
The ropes were tight, but Speed had handled tighter. He began wiggling, as quietly as he could. If he did this right, he could be out of the ropes - and the gag - and out the door before the big guy even finished this dream.
It had been fun while it lasted, but Speed didn't want to go to Maine. He wanted to go to Vegas.