She told Pete what had happened, and answered a couple of simple questions. Then I hung up. ‘This isn’t the way to Mexico.’ Maria said as we hea...ed north on the interstate. ‘Nope, but we ain’t going to Mexico.’ I told her. ‘We’re going to Canada.’ ‘But that’s crazy.’ she protested. ‘That’s halfway across the country!’ ‘That’s why I pointed all clues to us heading South. No one will think about us going north, at least for a while anyway,’ I said. In Rapid City, South Dakota, we left the car. Her blouse was a creamy white and very see-through, obviously intended to be worn over a camisole or other undergarment. Tonight though, the only thing under it was a very thin, semi-transparent, red push-up bra. She had fairly small, but very pert breasts, and what that bra and blouse did for her was indescribable! Her blouse slinked over every little curve, clearly outlining her breasts and nipples, and, with both blouse and bra being so transparent, her cleavage and the pink of her nipples. The shock of seeing Ms. Roth-Norton's dick was nothing compared to the shock the twenty-two of us had when we looked inside room 26. We just stood there and stared. Our brains couldn't comprehend what our eyes were seeing. Along the wall across from the door stood vanity mirrors, the type you would find in a teenage girl's bedroom for applying make-up. Along another wall stood racks upon racks of dresses, blouses, skirts and sweaters, too many to count. There were also five chests of. "Yeah, I'm really going to do this," she replied breathlessly but with determination."Damn it, Annie, we can make it work... you aren't the first woman this ever happened to... ah, fuck it!" He rolled over on his side, turning his back to her in an effort to go to sleep.She remained there consumed in her own thoughts until the steely light of the Arizona dawn crept through the cracks in the bedroom drapes. She rose quietly, showered, and brushed her teeth. Dressing, she tossed her bra in the.