It was about lunch time when Georgia turned into Alabama. I found myself outside a small town, concrete block motel from the forties or fifties. It wa... still a couple of hours before dark, but I checked in anyway.I had promised myself a good dinner and a drink before I enjoyed a good night sleep in a soft bed. I knew that the motel offered all that without moving the Sprint.I had seen the restaurant and bar sitting inside the motel parking lot. I had no idea who ran the restaurant and bar but I. " Thanks, Rog. Yeah, Jan and I are real close. I hated it when she left for college. She was my main support when we lost Dad ... She would come to my room and hold me and soothe me when I woke with nightmares during those first few months, while Mom was so deep in grief that she was dealing with her own feelings," he looked down and then wiped his eyes. "So Jan really pulled me through and I love her to death. And Cindy? She's just wonderful, you know. She's smart, and cool, and funny, and. “I can’t focus on school anymore,” he said, trailing his lips to my neck. The feeling had always been electric to me, and it was no different this time. As his warm lips touched my neck, I gasped and tilted my head to the side. “Baby, I really need to study,” I whispered. “It can wait,” he said, throwing my books off of my bed, “Right now, we’re alone, and I want you. It may be our only chance to have sex for a while.” I blushed at the thought. Before he came to Georgia, we always thought. The zoo was a great experience, but a little late in the year. It’s an outside event, and it’s turning cold.”“You’re more cultured than I am,” she said.“Sweet, I walked by those store-front theaters for three years without buying a ticket. I just wanted to be with you, and the city doesn’t provide dances like campuses do.”He parked as close as he could, which wasn’t very close. When he’d opened the passenger-side door and helped her out, she allowed him to take her hand. He let go so she could.