Note: This story immediately follows the events in Solomon King.
The Jeep Cherokee skidded off the road, over a snow bank, its side slamming into a tree. Sam cursed and shivered as snow blew in the shattered back window of his stolen car. His new body wasn't keeping out the cold and if he didn't find shelter soon, he would be in deep shit.
Sam had never felt a cold so penetrating in his life. As a navy seal in training, he had knelt in freezing cold water until the instructor told him he could stand. As a homeless man, he had shivered on the streets of LA in winter. Yet somehow, this felt worse.
Sam opened the door cursing as a blast of cold snowy air smacked him in the face. He walked through the snow around the jeep, looking for a coat, blanket, or anything, but it was practically empty.
Sam looked over to the road. He had come to an intersection and slid across the road into a copse of trees. Sam checked the road he had come from for any signs of pursuit, but he didn't see any head lights down any of the roads.
Sam walked around to the back of the jeep and looked at the license plate. It said North Dakota. He looked back out at the road and saw the headlights.
It had appeared out of nowhere through the haze of the snow. Sam turned and ran through the snow, waving at the car, but it drove on by.
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"Harold, stop the car," said Jessica Loomis. "There was man back there."
"Ok ok," said Harold, "but I can't promise I'll get her going again." Harold applied pressure to the breaks turning the wheel into the skid of the tires. After fish-tailing for a minute, the car came to a stop and he through it into reverse.
The back door opened and Harold saw his wife's eyes open wide as the largest black man he had ever seen climbed into the back seat. "Jesus buddy, your not even wearing a coat."
"Yeah. tell me about it," said the black man. "Thanks for stopping."
"Shame about your jeep," said Harold looking out the window. "I'm Harold, this is my wife Jessica."
Sam looked at the woman and smiled. She was a real cutie. She looked slightly chubby, but in all the right places. A very tan face was framed by long straight brown hair. She looked about twenty. "Funny you don't look Jewish," she said looking at his chest.
Sam looked down at the name tag on his uniform. It read Sol, which was the guards first name. "It's short for Solomon," he said. Sam Kingston liked the sound of it. Dr Foster had said he was as smart as King Solomon.
Sam Kingston was gone. He would need a new identity. Solomon King, that would be his new name, A new name to start a new life in a new, improved body.
"What's your story Solomon?" asked Jessica.
Solomon looked at her pretty face and felt his cock growing. The damn thing was insatiable. "I'm a guard at a plant nearby and since I have off the next two days, I didn't want to be stuck at work, so I decided to risk the storm. How about you two, your both too tan to have been stuck in North Dakota."
"We're just getting back from our honeymoon in the Caribbean," said Harold and his wife leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, looking at him lovingly. "We landed at the airport and drove right into this storm. We're still about three hundred miles from home."
The three were chatting when The car suddenly spun around doing two consecutive three-sixties. Harold paused and took his hands off the wheel. They were shaking. "I don't think we're going to make it home tonight darling," he said, when he had calmed down. "There's a motel just outside the next town, we'll stop there and Solomon can get a tow truck in the morning after the roads have been plowed."
Harold got the car moving again and it took another hour to drive the twenty miles to the motel. It was your typical small hotel, several buildings, each with two floors. The motel looked full, the parking lot was crowded with cars and eighteen wheelers. Luckily, the sign read "Vacancy."
Harold pulled up at the office and ran inside, returning a couple minutes later. "We got a problem," said Harold. "they only had one room left. If you don't mind sleeping on the couch Solomon, you're welcome to share our room."
"I don't mind at all," replied Solomon.
Harold drove the car over to their room and parked. Solomon helped them bring their bags in and when all three were in the room, they stared at each other. Harold and Jessica at Solomon, Solomon mostly just at Jessica.
Solomon towered over the two newlyweds. He was a foot taller then Jessica and Harold's head only came up to his chin. Jessica looked over at the couch. "I'm sorry Solomon, it doesn't look like the couch is big enough for you."
"I'll be fine," he replied.
"Your uniform looks a little small," said Harold looking at Solomon's pants cuffs.
"Yes," replied Solomon, "I think the dampness from the snow has made it shrink."
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The three prepared for bed, taking turns in the bathroom. Harold was waiting for Solomon when the black man came out of the bathroom. Solomon was wearing only his uniform pants, his bare chest rippled with muscles Harold had never even seen before. He couldn't help staring as he entered the bathroom as the black man left. Harold wasn't the jealous type. He had accepted his looks along time ago, but the sight of the muscular black man made him feel weak and inferior.
Harold got off the toilet and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a little short, balding, slightly pudgy, and he wore glasses. Not a lot to look at, but he thought of Jessica and considered himself the luckiest guy in the world.
He left the bath room and glanced over at the black man. Solomon was lying on the couch, eyes closed, his feet dangling off the edge. Harold admired his chest again before walking into the bedroom. A partition wall separated the two rooms, giving he and Jessica a little privacy. Jessica was standing in her bra and panties on the other side of the wall out of sight of the black man. Harold grinned at the sight of his sexy wife. "Jessica what are you doing?"
Jessica grinned back at him and unhooked her bra. "Just waiting for my wonderful husband."
"But what about..." he said nodding his head out toward the couch.
