Chapter 2

Sunlight was peeking through the drapes when my eyes flew open and I surged to my feet in the middle of the bed. I felt my balls dangling between my thighs as I peered down at a startled young teenager. Even confused she was stunning in repose.

"Last night, we made a big mistake," I began, "we've got to move. Now!"

We clambered into our dirty clothes, dropped off the key to avoid any extra reason to remember me, and fled westward.

"What did we do?" Kristy asked me in a naïve voice that chilled and excited me at the same time. She had no clue of the danger.

"We used drive-through at the burger joint last night. The order menu has a camera and a microphone that sends the conversation to a regional or national call center. That center sends the order and a picture of my face back to the restaurant. Probably caught your face in digital as well. If someone wants to find us, they can hack into these systems and scan the faces. Who secures burger orders? The cholesterol police?"

Kristy giggled at my sarcasm, which took me aback. I don't remember anyone laughing at my humor in a long, long time.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to the next city we can find, Kristy. What's the closest city on the back of that tourist brochure I grabbed?"

"Reading. Turn left onto Route 222 when we find it."

As we cruised towards the northern outskirts of town, I pulled over to a farmer's stall and stocked up on veges, fruit, and homemade goods. Kristy had barely eaten any of the burger last night but seemed quite happy to mow through the produce. I idly wondered as I watched her chew whether her diet preferences were programmed as well.

We hit an industrial part of town and I began cruising down the streets for a body shop. The first one looked too prosperous but the second one was an old brick building with two cars out front with "for sale" signs on them. The owner reminded me of a greedy reptile with greasy hair, bad teeth, and darting eyes; I could scarely believe my good fortune. Even more, "Dale" couldn't keep his eyes off of Kristy, which I hoped distracted the few brain cells I expected to find. For less dollars than I expected, my car disappeared and we drove off with a better hybrid power plant attached to a legal registration and license plates. By the time we pulled out of his lot, my car was already partially disassembled for parts.

Even though Walmart was in decline since the Chinese yuan became a preferred currency, they still carried every item we needed. We bought baseball caps outside from the local Little League fundraiser, which hopefully hid our faces and hair. Dusk blanketed us west of Harrisburg and I pulled into another nameless roadside motel.

I pulled the bags into our room and started to rummage through our purchases when Kristy placed her hands on my arms and stopped me.

"First things first" she spoke softly and wrapped me into another liplock that had my toes curling in my boots. When she finally released me my cock was straining against my pants. With a simple smile on her face she shucked off my T-shirt and leaned in to suckle my nipples. Great draughts of air filled my lungs over and over as Kristy held me in thrall.

When she straightened up, she pulled her own shirt over her head. I bent over to kiss first the hollows of her collarbone. Kristy held her breast in one hand and guided my face to her nipple with the other. As I sucked on that brown, hard nub, she began to moan in my ear. I was so erect that my hair on the back of neck was twitching in anticipation. She moved me to her other nipple and continued moaning.

With an urgency that I knew I felt, Kristy expertly popped my belt and pants. Pushing my pants down, she left me tangled around the ankles in my own clothes.

She shoved me backwards and I fell onto the bed. "I can't wait any longer," she explained as she stepped out of the rest of her clothes. She crawled on top of me and posed with my cock sticking straight up at her shaved pussy lips.