Chapter 10

Sunday afternoon after lunch, David drove me around the city on a sightseeing tour, during which I spotted a Motel 6 and said, “Pull into that driveway.”

“Which driveway?”

“Motel 6.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to get us a room, then I’m going to fuck your brains out for a couple of hours. I’ve been lonely in your brother’s old room.”

“Okay.”

We actually spent three hours in the shabby room; then we took a shower and headed back to his parents’ house.

“That ought to hold us until we get to the mountains tomorrow evening,” I said.

“Yeah. Spontaneous can be fun, can’t it?”

“You bet your sweet ass.”

We were on the road fairly early Monday morning, arriving in Maggie Valley just in time for lunch in a local restaurant.

“Where is this cabin?” David said as we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot.

“At the upper end of the valley. I stopped by George and Mike’s house before we left, and I’ve got a map, keys, and the codes to the electric gate as well as the alarm system.”