Chapter 4

I woke up needing to piss badly. I looked up at the ceiling and it looked strange causing me to look around quickly. I realized where I was after a few moments. I was half asleep and started to raise up, wincing in pain, temporarily forgetting about the cast, trying to use my left arm to push myself up. I finally stood, and stumbled towards the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped back quickly. I realized Gay was in the shower and quickly the evenings activities came to me. I started back and realized I had to piss.

"Gay, I need to take a leak," I said over the noise of the shower.

"Ieeekkkk! WHO'S THERE! GET OUT!" she screamed over the noise of the shower spray.

"Gay, its me, Dan, I need to pee real bad." I was already pulling my prick from my trousers.

"Get out, I'm taking a shower," she shouted at me.

"I have to pee," I said as the blast of urine broke from my prick. I exhaled and it felt so good as I directed the stream into the commode, stained from the hard water and age.

"YOU BASTARD, GET OUT I SAID, YOU ARE JUST LIKE THEM," She was screaming at me.

I finished pissing and shook my dick, put it back in my jeans and zipped up. That was a natural act and it happened without a conscious thought.

I backed out of the small room, looking at the shadow on the curtain, my head spinning. "That bitch," I thought, "What did I do to her?" My anger grew as I walked to the chair and slumped down heavily. I looked at the bed and saw the yellow skirt and blouse, I pictured her face from earlier. The usual smile replaced with a tear stained face, but still having a look filled with tenderness and beauty.

She was still shouting obscenities, causing me to look to the bathroom, and the vision of her was changing slowly to one of horror. I visualized her teeth changing to fangs and her, normal neatly groomed hair, was beginning to curl and twist in a tangled mass. The soft, warm look was slowly becoming wrinkled, rough, and her outline, irregular. The smile was slowly changing to a deep scowl. I closed my eyes but this vision remained stuck in my head.

The vision quickly disappeared when she spoke, causing me to look up and see her standing at the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her head.

"I'm sorry," she said, "You scared me and I... "

I cut her off because that's how fast I was across the room and holding her, "Don't worry, you're ok now." I said to her, speaking low, as my mouth was pressed against her ear. My arms were wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to my body.

I don't know how long I held her in that position, it could have been minutes, seconds, or a flashing moment, because all I felt was the warmth in her body passing to mine. She was pushing me back when I opened my eyes and released her.

"I'm cold," she said, walking to the bed and picking up her skirt and after turning it in the position she wanted, leaned over and stepped into it, one foot at a time, and then pulling it to her waist and buttoning it.

Picking up her bra she straightened it and tossed the towel on the bed. Her breasts were beautiful, like cones formed on her flat chest, as she covered them and hooked the bra between them. She picked up the blouse and brushed something from it before she slipped one arm, and then another, into the flimsy material. She turned to me as she worked the buttons. The last button was closed and she looked at me and smiled.

The smile brought me back to reality.

"I'm hungry." We spoke in unison, causing a short laugh from both.

We walked in the diner and seated ourselves, ignoring the sign, "Please wait to be seated," which obviously wasn't necessary for this hour, with only two other couples in the small eatery. I looked around and when I saw the telephone outside the window I had a flash.

"I'll be back in a moment," I said as I slid from the seat. She nodded as I walked outside and called home, after searching for the correct amount the automated voice to me to insert.

I listened at the sound of the ringing phone and wondered who would answer, hoping Nina picked up. I almost gave up when Nina finally answered, "Hello."

"Nina, Dan, Look I need a favor, I need you to water the animals in the morning." I asked in a voice I used to charm her normally.

"So you finally broke through the princess," she stated in a sarcastic tone, "The princess is actually going to put out for you, way to go." She was certainly getting her jabs in.

"Please, I need this favor," I was doing my best to beg but not to the extent she would like. This cousin, whom I treated more like a sister, was now treating me like a brother, and being a little devil.

"I'll do it, with one condition, OK?" she was working the odds now.

"OK, thanks, what is the condition?" I didn't get her response because the electronic voice asked for more money and before I could find it and put it in the machine, the connection was dropped.

"Boy, I'm in for it now, she basically could ask anything." I thought as I walked back to our table.

"Were you checking in?" Gay asked, with a tone I didn't necessarily like.

"No, I was letting them know I didn't go to the movie and would be in later than I promised," trying to sound authoritative to override her previous remark.

We were finished with our meal, having not spoken the whole time, except to order, reorder, and accept the final check.

She made one comment to the waitress, who was inexperienced, but trying hard, and I was beginning to see another side of a girl I had almost worshipped for a year. We had spent hours together and never had I, in my wildest imagination, see her as I had in the few hours.

She was looking into the darkness of the night, apparently looking at the stars which seemed so bright tonight, and I was trying to look inside her to see what was so different. She was upset, and I could overlook it when she had called me a bastard earlier, but when she called the waitress a bitch, fortunately for us, after she had walked away, after she had tried to please us so hard with our meal, was beyond me. The girl was doing the best she knew how although having to make twice as many trips to the table due to inexperience, how could the amount of ice in a glass, a trivial matter, suddenly became major to her. This was not the Gay I was accustomed to being around.

The waitress stopping at our table startled me. It wasn't out regular waitress and she placed two plates of pie in front of us, "These didn't fit in the pie holder and I thought you might enjoy them." I was drinking coffee and she said, "I'll bring you some fresh coffee in a minute, it's brewing now. Would you like another coke miss?" she asked Gay.

"Yes." Gay said, obviously forgetting to be courteous. "I like ice cream with my pie." She said as she glared at the woman.

"Yes miss," directing her attention to me she asked, "Would you like ice cream also?"

"No, thanks, but the fresh coffee sounds good." I was trying to be polite. "Where is our waitress?" I asked her making sure I had a smile.

She chuckled and said, "She is new and very nervous. She spilled tomato juice on her blouse and ran home to change, she lives nearby." She was smiling apparently remembering when she was new and nervous.

Minutes later our waitress, delivered Gay's ice cream and a new coke, and filled my coffee. She was wearing a different blouse, this on much sexier and thinner. It buttoned low between her breasts and you could see her lacy bra beneath the blouse. She smiled and asked, "Would you like anything else," looking from Gay to me.

"No, thanks," I said as I took another look at her. She was young, probably my age, full in the bosom, slender and had a great shape. Her skin was smooth and fresh looking, however she had rough hands, obviously from manual labor.

She was cordial and after she walked from our table Gay said, "You were staring at her breasts."

I started to comment however I began eating the pie, very appreciative of the free slice. After taking a couple of bites I began thinking it was almost like homemade.

Gay finished her ice cream and pie, and was drinking her coke through the straw, I saw she was staring at me as she sucked the liquid into her mouth.

I expected another comment however she didn't make one. She finished her coke and sat the glass on the table and I finished my coffee in silence. I glanced at her and she was still looking at me.

After a while the young girl came to our table and stacked the soiled plates on one another, taking them and the money I laid on the check, she said, "Thank you, I hope everything was satisfactory," and walked away.

Gay's tone was bitchy when she said, "You were staring at her breast again."

I could feel my stomach tightening and my head reeling, the pressure building, as I looked at her. My chair made a loud scuffing sound as I pushed back from the table. "Fuck you, and fuck you and your fucking tits," realizing as soon as I said it I had said it loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. Quickly, trying to restore self control, I said calmly, "Let's go. I'll take you home."

She was quickly behind me as I walked to the door, speaking to the group as I said, "I'm sorry folks," before I went through the door.

I went to the truck and started it, allowing her to sit and buckle, before I backed out. I had not opened her door, making her open it, and climb in unassisted.

I paused and took a deep breath before I put the truck in drive, slowly and carefully I entered the highway. I heard her crying softly before we traveled a quarter mile.

I felt rage and I wanted to get her home. I was watching the road intently, reminding myself I needed to drive carefully and within the speed limits, and at the same time, I wanted to press the accelerator to the floor in order to get home as quick as possible. I saw her hand reach the wheel and heard her shout, but it took a moment to register in my head.

Her hand had jerked the wheel to the right and the words came to mind late, as the truck slid on the rocks, throwing gravel and dust in all directions. "Stop, I don't want to go home," registered after the truck became still. I could see the dust cloud moving away, toward the darkness beyond the graveled area.

"DON'T EVER GRAB THE WHEEL," I yelled at her. I had raised my hand at her and she was cowering against the door. I sat for a minute, my heart pounding, and my pulse racing, my rage building. I looked at her and saw fear in her face. She looked so tiny and frail, huddled against the door. I realized I was still holding my arm above her in a threatening manner. I slowly lowered the arm and looked into the darkness ahead.

I don't really know how long I was sitting beside the road but I was aware of the cars passing and honking. At least a dozen cars had honked and the traffic was sparse. The semi passing, the loud air horn screaming as it passed, brought me to my senses. I was barely off the pavement, much too close to the roadway. I moved from the highway and stopped in the center of the motel parking area before I finally looked at Gay.

She was sitting upright, turned slightly in my direction, not outright crying but I saw the tears dripping from her face on to her blouse, the flashing lights from the motel sign changing the colors of the tears as they rolled off her face.

"Don't take me home please," she muttered softly.

I studied her for a moment and started the truck and drove across the lot to the front of our room. I got out of the truck and walked around to her side, opening her door. Her skirt raised high on her thigh as she stepped on the running board and finally to the ground. She was silent as we walked to the room. I unlocked the door and the room was as we had left it. I followed her in and I walked to the chair and sat heavily, allowing her to use the bathroom.

She was in the bathroom a long while and I had to piss again. I decided quickly I would wait her out this time and if necessary, I would go outside and take my leak.

I thought I was going to need to go outside before Gay came from the bathroom. I passed her quickly and saw her face looked normal, all the red caused by crying now missing.

I used the urinal and washed my face and hands, aware I was stalling for time as I was grooming myself. I was in a turmoil and at the moment I wasn't sure of myself, much less the current situation.

I noticed the room had been straightened as soon as I enter it. The spread was straight and the towel folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The beer I brought in earlier was now sitting in a filled ice bucket along with three sodas.

"Where did the ice come from," I asked.

Gay replied, "I went to the office and the lady filled it for me and I bought the sodas from the machine." It made me realize I had stayed in the bathroom a long while.

She was sitting on the side of the bed, her skirt tucked neatly under her legs, and I could see the damp area on her blouse, the result of her tears.

"You scared me tonight, I thought you were going to hit me," she said as I walked around the bed and sat beside her.

"And you scared the shit out of me when you grabbed the wheel." I responded while looking at her hands, neatly folded in her lap. She looked so prim and proper as she sat looking straight ahead.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry." She looked at me as she spoke and her eyes were getting glassy again.

I was looking into her eyes, wishing I could see what was inside. She had me puzzled. The longer I looked her the more I thought I saw. Her face seemed to change, one minute she looked as she could be broken like a piece of fine china by a tiny puff of wind and moments later, without moving a muscle, she appeared solid as a rock, the softness of her face turning to stone. It was as though her thoughts were changing her appearance.

Gay broke my trance by jumping up and asking, "Do you want one of your beers?" opening a can without giving me a chance to answer. After pulling the tab off the can she looked at it close and then took a drink from it. She made a face and passed the can to me, turning back and opening a cola for herself.

She sat back where she had moved from and I saw her wince and shift position when she sat.

"How is your behind," I asked fumbling for the correct word, not wanting to say ass.

Gay looked at me almost like she wanted to reply with one of her smart remarks however just before she spoke, her face softened and said, "It's very sore in a couple of places."

"Do you want me to put some more cream on it," I asked hoping she thought I wanted to help.

Responding harshly, Gay said, "You just want to see me undressed." She was apparently aware of the sudden change in my facial expression because she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to help me. Do I have to take my skirt off... again"

Quickly controlling my sudden anger, I said, "I don't think so. Lie here and let me see how the cream worked," I said patting the bed behind us.

I walked to the dresser, where she sat the cream when she straightened the room and by the time I was back at the bed she was prone, her upper body propped on her elbows and her head turned and watching me.

I mentally cursed the cast as I had problems getting the material between my finger and thumb. I managed and was able to lift her skirt. I lifted it slowly, just enough to see where the marks left on her ass were obvious.

Her entire backside looked bruised however there were four bad marks where the skin had been broken. I explained this as I started applying the salve as tenderly as possible. I looked at her face as I applied the cream and saw her cringe as I touched her bruises. After I had the area covered I pulled her skirt down, covering her ass.

"That wasn't bad, was it?" I asked.

Gay looked at me and I saw a smile for the first time since I picked her up earlier in the afternoon, "You like doing that, don't you?"

"Yes, I love touching your body," I said as I moved on the bed and lay beside her, our faces now almost touching.

"I like your touch," she said as she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. She let the kiss linger and pressed more of her body against me, pinning my arm in the cast to the bed.

I was lying uncomfortably however I placed my right arm across her shoulders and pulled her closer, my tongue pressing between her closed lips. She relaxed her lips somewhat and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and began searching. She relaxed more and her tongue slipped into my mouth and we were soon tonguing.

I didn't want her to pull away but I knew the cast was as uncomfortable to her chest as her weight pressing on the cast was to me. She was twisting one the bed and when she became still she was on her back. She was smiling as she began patting the far side of the bed.

I crawled from the bed and walked around to the other side, removing my shoes before laying where she patted. She turned on her side and buried her face in my shoulder.

Gay lay against me for a long while before she slipped her hand under my shirt and began slowly moving her hand over my belly and chest, with a gentle caressing motion. She was pinning my arm but I managed to free it where I could caress her upper back and shoulders.

Her face was buried in my shoulder and her words were mumbled but she said, "You look at me differently than other boys and men."

I didn't quite understand and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"When you look you don't look as though you are trying to see through me and you don't leer." She said raising her head to look at me. "I think you like to look at me but you make it so natural and I feel comfortable when you look."