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Day 13...
We woke before the alarm sounded and by 6:45, we were sitting at breakfast, discussing our driving strategy.
"What I'm saying is that if we do four-hour shifts behind the wheel, that we could easily do twelve or fourteen-hour drive-days," Marni was saying in pressing for team-driving.
"I get it, babe, I see your point...So, Amarillo tonight, Gallup the night after and Vegas in the early afternoon of the third day, right?" I asked, seeking confirmation that I understood it correctly.
"That's it...I think we can do it," She averred again, signaling for our check.
Having won our 'paper, rock, scissors' match, Marni settled behind the wheel, moving the seat up, adjusting mirrors and the like.
As 'shotgun', I was also communications officer and navigation command. Punching in our final destination for this leg of our vay-cay, Las Vegas, I said to Marni, "Let 'er rip, girlfriend, we're programmed."
"Just a sec," She said, and reaching into her tote, she brought out all of the beads we had 'earned' when we were with the coeds the other night, draping them on the rear-view mirror.
"I noticed a lot of chicks driving around with beads hanging like this," She explained, "So, I figured, we earned 'em, we'll show 'em."
"Yeah," I replied with smirk, "We did show 'em, that's how we earned 'em."
She thought that 'cute'...
The drive was pretty much uneventful, both of us finding and following, discreetly, faster-driving cars or trucks-rabbits, we called 'em-letting them run the major risk for a speeding ticket.
"That was fun the other night, with the girls," I said aloud because it just 'popped' into my head.
"Yeah, it really was," Marni chimed in, "Cuties too...all of 'em."
"Liked the li'l red-haired one the best," I mused in return, "thought her li'l boobies were sexy, all freckled up with large, perky nipples."
"Yeah, I agree with you...I'd done her," Marni averred, saying further, "I mean, Becky's were bigger than any of us but, I don't know, store-boughts just don't appeal to me all that much."
"I'd done her too," I agreed, referring to li'l 'Red', "and I'm not a fan of silicon jobs either...wonder if she's a player in girly-land," I mused after a few seconds of thought about 'Red'.
"Like 'em young, Jules, do you?" Marni asked teasingly.
"Hell, I don't know what I like or don't like yet," I laughingly replied, "Give me a break, I've only 'sampled' two pussies, bitch!"
"Well, have to say, I kinda' like young pussy, legal, of course, but, yeah, something about young pussy," Marni mused, "wonder if that means that, at twenty-eight and thirty-two respectively, you and I would be called 'cougars'."
"Huh," I reflected aloud, "never thought about that."
"Well, officially, since you've not had 'young' pussy, I don't know about you," She chuckled.
"Well, maybe you ought to jump right on that, bitch, maybe you ought to find me some young pussy to play with," I joked in return.
"Maybe I should," She mused...
Several stops for peeing, drive-thrus and fueling broke up the shifts behind the wheel. Despite the stops, we were making great time and figured on making Amarillo by eight that night, a good twelve-hour day behind the wheel...
"You okay with just sleeping tonight, babe, I'm bushed," I asked when crawling under the covers of our bed for the night.
Marni was putting the finishing touches of her bedtime stuff but stuck her head out of the bathroom door to say, "I think we've earned the right to give ourselves a break...yeah, I'm okay with it, sweetie."
"Hey, Jules?" She said softly after she had turned out the light, pitching the room into hotel-room darkness.
"Mmmmm?"
"What if I would have said that I wanted to fool around?" She said teasingly while snuggling up to me under the covers.
"I'd told you where I packed the vibrators and batteries," I replied smart-assedly.
"Oh...Okay, good to know...sleep tight, love," She replied, settling in after giving the nape of my neck a sweet kiss.
'Love?'...
Day 14...
If I were asked, the only I could say with certainty about Amarillo, Texas is that it has hotels with available beds, and you can also pick up I-40, east or west, there. Marni and I were rolling west, tucked into a rolling caravan of semis by six that morning, me driving, Marni riding shotgun.
I-40 'roughly' follows old Route 66 west out of Oklahoma, the names of towns from the famed song springing to mind when you approached 'em, the melody tagging along for the mind-ride.
New Mexico was a beautiful state to drive through, we had decided, with all of its red clay soils and flat-topped mesas. A lot of the early Hollywood westerns were filmed in New Mexico we learned, that fact accounting for the seeming 'familiarity' of the landscapes.
Marni was working with her sketch pad when she wasn't behind the wheel, her movements swift and sure with her colored art-pencils.
"Any chance I'm ever going to see what you've been sketching on our trip?" I asked casually because it came to mind.
"Yeah, you will Jules, have a little patience, sugar," She replied with her eyes turned towards me.
"Good to know...I will wait patiently, m'dear," I teased, "Just any ol' fucking time you're ready," laughing afterwards.
"That's a good girl...momma just might have to reward you tonight," She said sweetly, following with a gentle pinch to my nipple through my tee.
"Promises, promises," I teased, "You're just teasing me," I said with a faked sad voice, "Always promising me pussy but holding out on me."
"I'll make it up to you tonight, baby, I promise you that," Her voice now serious, no teasing.
"Looking forward to Gallup, New Mexico, then...never fucked in Gallup, New Mexico," I said trying to keep it light.
"Always a first time for everything, sweetie," She replied.