We drove to Mission, a two-hour drive, and met James at the motel. Kimmie followed James to his room and I drove Marge to a store we passed entering t...wn. She spent a couple of hours shopping and we returned to the motel. The motel was much nicer than the last one, having both a restaurant and a lounge, and other facilities.I was the only man remaining and I asked James about the others. His story was, Cameron had a warrant against him for public intoxication, and he sent the men to the next. Restore justice to the universe. My name is Abigail May and I’m not going to be another non-reported statistic. Forty-eight hours later, he cut my high horse off at the knees when he slammed me with a counter for defamation. My wimp of a lawyer dropped me when he couldn’t piece together enough evidence, leaving me with a case that he told me I couldn’t win and a counter lawsuit demanding five years of my pay. In short, I was twenty miles up Shit Creek without a paddle, and I was latent with. "Because Mandy wore pajama's to bed, that's why!" He told himself. She wasn't interested in him anymore and was making it pretty damn obvious. "Well, fuck her then!" he told himself. "If that's the way she wants it!"Bill came out of the restroom heading back to the bar, to his seat. He stopped dead in his tracks almost tripping over himself. There was a very attractive woman who had taken the stool next to where he'd been sitting, the bartender just then placing her drink, "A long Island Iced. I wasn’t feeling sexy, just sensual, and I wanted to enjoy the moment. You seemed to understand. Maybe you were feeling a similar awakening. Still grinning, you cupped your hand behind my head and pulled me down onto your lap, face turned away from you. ‘Hmmmm, that was more like it,’ I thought. I was enjoying the textures; your muscles, so taut and sinewy under your skin, the whorls of hair, beckoning to be played with and pulled. I ran my hand up and down your leg, following the lines,.