Time Tripping part 2 is the second part of many stories of the past lives and dreams of some of the main characters of the hinted at and more throughout the Road Tripping series. Part of the story is set on the day Molly met Lou before they actually meet. The other part of this part is set about Molly's meeting with her cousin two and a half years before the start of the story. Part 3 of Road Tripping will add background to some of the people talked about here. All sexualized characters or over 18.
March 26th, 1987. Molly awoke to the sounds of her asshole roommate and her loser boyfriend having their morning hangover fight. Her naturally sarcastic mind thought this was just the way to start what was supposed to have been a fun couple of days when she had ordered the two pairs of tickets for both Dead shows with her now ex-boyfriend. This on top of the pair of very weird dreams last night, she had just woken up from.
Two weeks after the tickets had arrived, she found out her now ex Steve had tried to fuck one of the girls where he worked from one of her other friends who worked there.
It took only about a second to decide to dump him. He had been a dick during the holidays, and it was good riddance within an hour of finding out.
A few weeks later he was screwed. Word about him being a lech got around the office where he worked and a seventeen-year-old intern he tried to pin in the elevator left him on the floor of the car holding deeply bruised nuts and looking for a new job at the end of the day with a bad note in his record.
The minor satisfaction of his fall from grace was tempered by the layoff notice Molly received for March first. There was no way she could afford to live where she was with the current situation there and it might take a while to find a decent job again. Plus, her roommate and her enabler boyfriend had been drunk most every night for the last three months.
Molly like to party, but there was a limit, and she had seen other friends fall into the bottle in the past. She could just not deal with this pair anymore and look for a job with shit like this.
She had told them she was moving out by the first and this gave the loser boyfriend an excuse to move in with her now officially. Molly knew this was not going to end well and she was happy she was not going to be there to have to clean up the mess. She did feel bad for Mrs. Rico the landlord, but she had understood why Molly was moving back to her mothers.
Molly had packed her stuff quietly and was leaving the bed and most of the furniture behind for them since it was mostly second hand and the bed had never been comfortable. Patty had her car for the last two days and was going to help her get the rest of her stuff in the next few days. Patty's car was dead, and her boyfriend Drew was trying to hunt down some parts for it hoping to fix it.
She just felt a little low about moving back home again. Her mom April was ok with all of this and her and Molly got along well and could even share a joint, but still she felt like a failure again. It was not her fault that the Chicago branch had embezzled twenty million dollars and gotten the SEC to close the whole company in two weeks.
Not wanting to deal with them today without a hit from a joint first she went to look for the dime bag she had been hiding for a week for the concert so she would have something to smoke at the shows. April had given it to her, and she usually got good weed.
IT WAS FUCKING MISSING!!
For the next ten minutes she searched her room and all her pockets and two bags she usually used. But she was sure where she had put it a few days ago.
FUCKING DRUNK LOSERS!!
That was the last straw! After her futile search Molly called Patty and asked her to come over after Noon and put as many boxes in the Toyota as she could and then help her with the rest either tomorrow if she blew of off the next show or the day after if she could. Time to get the fuck out of here.
When Molly had cooled down and found a roach for a couple of hits she went out for a coffee, they told her they had sold her spare ticket for her and bought a case of beer and a quart of Southern Comfort. Worse than the waste of the money she could have used for a bag they had sold the ticket to one of their bar friends. He was this forty-year-old drunk who had grabbed her ass trying for a date when she went to the local dive bar with her roommate for a cheap drink a week ago. After ten minutes of this shit ending in her catching him trying to put something in her drink on her way to the lady's room, she had had enough.
She asked another large friend of hers in the place to watch her back as she came back to the bar and proceeded to spill the likely spiked drink in the assholes lap on her way out the door with her friend behind her for the walk home.
Now these idiots thought he would be a good date for the show for her. It scared her what they may have done with her ticket for the show tomorrow. It was just not a good start to an already strange day.
The ride to the show was no better with both of them drinking on the way there and Molly feared she would not make it there alive. Once there it did not get better with both continuing to drink and get louder with each beer and shot from the So. Co. bottle.
Molly was making one last check of bag for her for her pot when Stan stumbled and puked on the hood of her roommate's car. He laughed took swig of his beer and another shot of So Co as he poured all of their water on the hood in a half-assed attempt to clean the car.
Molly almost puked on the back seat having to watch this spectacle less than ten feet from her.
"Fuck this shit you two FUCKIN DRUNKEN LOSERS! Molly all but shouted at the top of her lungs and grabbed her pocketbook and slammed the door and took off into the crowd.
Anywhere was better than here. She might have enough money on her to get a cab almost home or she could call Patty or her mom to come get her. No way was she going to ride with them again.
It was all the topper to what had been a very weird day before she even got out of bed today.
Molly usually did not have vivid or really crazy dreams but last night was a major exception.
The second one that she ended waking up from was part of a recurring one she had had over the last ten years that was centered deep in the ancient past. Most times she awoke alone in a small painted stone chamber. She was in unusual bed made of wood and ropes but still comfortable. When here she felt compelled to go to another nearby room and look out from a porch out to a blue sea full of coral and rock hazards. Most times she was alone but on occasions like last night she was not.
A few times there was the voice of a woman in an unusual accent asking if she saw anything out there at sea. For the third time in the last 3 years, she dreamed of being locked in passionate love making with this other woman.
Whether or not she was in bed with the other woman she was never able to see her face. This time it had be because her head was parting her thighs while the strangers blonde and unshaven pussy was closing over Molly's eager mouth.