Last we left our superheros the had just checked into the Longhorn Motor Lodge in Sweetwater, Texas. the room was small and well worn, the bed freshly made, was drooping from untold years of sleep, sex and what not. the carpet was trampled, mashed and worn. the curtains thick, and the lights bright. But the bathroom, the bathrom was absolutly beatiful. It was rose and pink tiles from floor to ceiling. it looked as though it was built in 1940, and it the door left closed till i opened it. not one bit of wear was found.
while the I fumbled with luggage, the TV and my camaras, the young woman had begun preparing herself for the upcoming adventures. i looked thru the tiny door opening from the bed, and there she stood. she was wearing a mans white undershirt, her breasts pushing at the seams. she wore tiny, well worn cutoff jean shorts that acentuated her lovley hips and ass. if you looked closly you could see the ass thru the fringe. she was beatuiful. Her black raven hair, pulled back tight out of her face, was in sharp contrast to the pink-rose tiles. she was slightly bent over, one leg in the sink, slowly and carfully shaving her legs. I grabbed my camara to capture this momnet forever and to let a select few share a few minutes of my life with the princess. After taken a few pictures i laid in bed, and just watched. soon she was done with her royal primping and came to join me on the bed. She soon peeled out of her tight closes, crawled under the covers with me and we both drifted off to sleep. She fell alseep a few moments before me and gave me time to ponder what had become and what was to be.
This was the end of the first day of so many more to come. We had finally broken the bonds of home. Even though we had not made it far distance wise, we had succeeded in covering an enormaous distance emotionally. For the very first time since we had met, there was no one else. tonight we lived and died with, by and for each other.