That was courtesy of the Tennessee State Attorney. The ride from there to the motel was just a courtesy. Of course they also hoped I would spill somet...ing to incriminate the deacon or myself. I had learned to be very quiet and when I did speak, I said almost nothing.I got to the motel about 9PM. I slept in the room with my three wheel scooter standing guard in the corner. The next morning I took a leisurely shower before putting on the left leg with a chunk missing from the calf. The fit hadn’t. We now return to the back seat of Dad's car. Much as I was enjoying just resting my cock inside this new – for me – receptacle, my balls kept sending messages that the sperm bubbling up inside me wanted to get out. My brain responded the only way it knew how, by thrusting my piece of meat forward and back into some warm and wet and snug opening. By hand, or now by cunt, or as I would one day learn, by sphincter, whatever held my members was suitable.I exploded with a grunt, spurting my little. As I dug deeper and deeper into my sea-bag I struck gold!I found all my skimpy little outfits I could have sworn I'd left behind in Maryland! Happy as could be knowing that I had a room all to myself for the first time in three months I rushed to the bathroom and began dressing as if I were getting ready for a night on the town. As I got more and more into my costume I got harder and harder, not that I had much to be proud of but my boyish 6 inches got the job done when need be. I gently lay. Light from the streetlights cut across its body, and she looked it up and down, taking in the strange form. Wererat, but not really. It could have been a wererat, a ten-foot-tall monster, but there was asphalt in its fur growing out of its body, along with bits of metal, some rebar sticking out of its huge shoulders and hunched back, and of course, a long tail that looked like a big strip of road, broken and crumbling.Worse, were the rats. Bloody brown and black things that didn’t look fully.