The drive was taking longer than they had anticipated. Two hours had stretched to two and half, and now it was bordering on three. Mark had a headache. His girlfriend, Stacey, had to use the bathroom.
It started as a mild urge when they were still back in the city. Stacey had dismissed the Starbucks, the McDonald's, and the Dunkin. She thought they were dirty, and she really didn't want to waste any time. Her sister was getting married at noon sharp, and she had made it clear to Stacey she wouldn't wait for anyone. Her sister had all these weird ideas like no bridesmaids in her wedding. She said it would feel like "picking favorites". Stacey just shook her head.
"Mark, we got to find somewhere I can go," she said, clenching her teeth.
Mark shook his head, eyes on the road. The conditions were icy, bordering on dangerous. Who the fuck got married in the middle of January?
"There is nowhere. And shit, there's an accident up ahead. I'm sorry, baby, but we are going to be here for a while," He was frustrated, but mostly for Stacey's sake. He could barely tolerate her sister and could care less who she married. Privately, he suspected Stacey might have felt the same way but he wasn't going to point that out.
"This is a designer dress. And I'm about to-," Stacey bit her lip and looked out the window. Mark peered at her closely. She was all tensed up, every muscle tight, trying to contain the three energy drinks she had chugged earlier that morning. Mark was praying she wouldn't look over and notice his obvious erection.
"Stacey, I don't think we are going to make it in time so you might not need the dress anyway," He was trying to help but this was the wrong thing to say. He quailed under her murderous glance. Then her face crumbled, and she buried it in her hands.
