Sneak Out And Never Come Back
From Create Your Own Story
You get up, dress, put some clothes and toiletries in a rucksack, and sneak out of the house.
You won't be sad to see the back of your parents. They are boring, devout Christians who never let you have girlfriends in the house. Jesus (you weren't aloud to cuss in the house either), they even think you're still a virgin! If only they knew that you'd fucked the preacher's daughter in their bed! You chuckle and stroll down the street.
As you turn the corner on to the main road, you see a woman struggling to load boxes into a van. At this time in the morning? Curious!
As you approach you recognise her. She's the one that works on reception at the motel just off the freeway. You've seen her around town before, and admired her fine figure from afar. She's older than you - mid-thirties, maybe - but pretty, and obviously took pride in her appearance.
"Would you like a hand with that?" You offer.
Surprised, the woman drops the box. Something smashes within. "Holy shit, you gave me a fright!"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to help."
"I know. You're Ty, right?"
"That's me."
"I've spoken to your parents before. I'm Sandy." She looks at the box and sighs. "What are you doing out here so early?"
You tell her:
