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Subject: {ASSM} Mother and Her Cannibals (A Novel in progress) Chapter Four  
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Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 09:10:02 -0500
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Mother and her Cannibals
Novel-in-Progress 
C 2007 Sean Farragher All Rights Reserved
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12/3/06) 
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Mother & Her Cannibals
Chapter Four 


On the road, Joe drove silently. He did not know what to do or say.
Interstate Rt. 71 South weaved between flat browns and greens. It slipped
from townhouses to malls. Corn ripened in patches, and soybeans grew stiff
over old soil. At 5:30 PM, he was half an hour from Columbus, and he knew
when he stopped to get the luggage at the Worthington Inn he would stop for
the night. He had to choose. His cock stayed ready and his mind opened.
Crystal's warm hand rested on his thigh. He loved it there. Joe wished he
was bored and felt nothing. Then, landscape and skyline would lose memorable
details. 

When Crystal leaned her shoulder into Joe, he felt her in his bed. It was a
prophecy. Her heat burned his arm. They were almost alone. Joe imagined what
he would do at that moment. Joe memorized every detail of their journey from
West Salem Rest Area. In the rearview mirror, Marilyn's left leg bent under
the other and he could see the oversized panties she had found in the trunk.
Crystal wound her fingers closer to Joe's cock and she squeezed when he
passed a sign that said ten miles to the elegant Worthington Inn. 

"Wake up your Mama," Crystal

"Why?"

"I need to know what she wants to do."

"I don't care what she wants."

Crystal leaned in the back seat, and then crawled over landing on her
mother. 

"What the fuck," Mama pushed her daughter up and sat up herself.

Crystal hit her mother back as much as she pushed her.

"Are you awake?" Joe asked.

"Do we have to get out now?"

"No."

"I have to pick up something I forgot at a hotel 

"Fuck, I'm awake, Joe." Stop if you want. 

"Let's sleep here and have some fun with the water-slides?"

"Sure. "No need for separate rooms, Joe" Marilyn said 

 "Where's my cell?" Joe asked.

"Here," Crystal said. 

"I bet you know how to use it."

"Sure." 

"You mean we're going to party."

"Find the number from last night. When it rings, I'll talk."

Joe had pulled over at an exit to talk on his cell while Jane and Marilyn
talked with their eyes. In summary, they said to the other. This is all
good, he won't hurt anyone and we have no place to stay, and the longer we
keep him around the better. 

Crystal kept the fingers of her other hand on Joe's arm while he talked on
the phone. Joe told them he wanted the room with the two rooms, a sauna,
Jacuzzi and two King size beds in adjoining rooms. I am bringing my family
with me. Is my luggage at the front desk? Good." 

Crystal pressed her hand deeper into his thigh and rolled her thumb and
fingers lower when he said the word family.

"We're all set."

He offered the cell to Marilyn. "Is there anyone expecting you?"

"No, Joe. No one gives a fuck about us."

Crystal shot back. "Joe does."

When Joe finished the phone call and while talking to Marilyn Joe didn't
remove Crystal's hand from his lap. She was not touching his cock. The
thought made him uneasy and excited. He leaned back in his seat and moved to
get less comfortable for the thirty-minute drive to the motel. 

Crystal said, "I like giving my men pleasure. Will you take care of me too?"

Joe was not certain that Crystal heard him. He said. "Of course."

He loved, and he would have told her had she been awake, his wet underwear
and the wet spot on the front of his jeans.

When Crystal woke, they had stopped at a gas station near the motel. Joe had
returned from the men's room, and everyone settled back in their original
places. Marilyn was annoyed with her daughter. 

Crystal whispered to Joe, who had taken care of diner reservations, and he
reserved three days of water slides. He would tell them about it later. 

When he got in the car, Joe had left his zipper down. He wondered later if
it was just by accident. He thought that might dry out his underwear. 

They got back on the road. Joe said they would be at the motel in a few
minutes. Crystal put her hand in Joe's underpants. They were moist. She
licked her fingers and laughed. Joe was hard again. 

"Wait," Joe whispered to her. Later."

"Maybe."

Crystal did not like to be told No.

"I hate the word maybe." Joe shook his head and realized that Crystal
understood too well the male need for now not later.

Joe suggested to the Marilyn and Crystal that they tell the bellmen what
they want upstairs and then come inside and sit down while he takes care of
business. He also told them to make sure that they brought a bathing suit
with them. 

 


WORTHINGTON INN, near Columbus, Ohio


In a half hour, they were opening the door to an enormous room. 


Two King size beds and a couch leaned against the wall on one side, and a
large open sauna sat in the middle of the room. When you soaked in the sauna
you could see out over some city or woods, and you could completely relax. 

Attached to the main room Joe had his bag brought to a smaller room that was
part of the family suite. He had the bellman bring his bags in there. 

How can you pay for this Marilyn asked? I heard it costs $300.00 a night.
She smiled and Jane smiled. Crystal never let go of Joe's hand. 

"Who is hungry?"

"Are you kidding?" Crystal and Marilyn spoke together.

Joe asked, "Shall we eat the room or down here."

She saw the well-dressed people, and said, "Nope." Marilyn walked toward the
elevator.

Crystal said, "OK tomorrow, Mummy."

"Absolutely," Joe said. "I will take you shopping.   

 

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