CHAPTER 9
Yeehaw Fire
“Truth is not what you want it to be; it is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie.” -Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings”
“It is not events that disturb people, it is their judgement concerning them”
Emperor Marcus Aurelius
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Morgan slowed down, sliding smoothly into the toll booth lane. ” Theres a change jar in the glove box” she said while reaching for the turnpike ticket on the dash. Michael pushed the shiny chromed button and a mason jar rolled out of the glove box, unscrewing the lid Michael proffered the jar to Morgan as she rolled down the window handing the ticket to the attendant. Morgan did not look into the jar, she simply slipped her hand in , wriggled her fingers and fished out a $20.00 waving the bill at the attendant,with a cheerful “Keep the change”, she pulled out, turned left, driving a short distance before pulling into the Stukeys. Parking at the pump she fed her debit card into the slot and told Michael to fill it up. ,,” Want a moon pie?” She tossed over her shoulder walking into the store. Michael worked the gas nozzel, locked the nozzel handle and decided to look under the hood. He was not disappointed. A dressed out 440 greeted his eyes. Black ribbed Moroso valve covers, black Hooker headers and he could see the outline of the six pack, triple two barrel carbs under the chromed Breather. “Nice!” He checked the oil, it was perfect. Clean, looked recently changed. Quickly checking the other fluids, finding everything ready to go, he dropped the hood just as the gas nozzel clicked off. Michael squeezed another fifty cents in and hung it up. Morgan reappeared, two Pepsis and two chocolate moon pies in hand. Michael crooked an eyebrow at her as he accepted the soda and moon pie. ” Waffles?” He asked. Morgan laughed, “Soon enough.”
They pulled out of the Stuckeys and just as Michael was taking a bite of his moon pie, they pulled into the parking lot of the Desert Inn. A rundown old Motel, package store, bar and restaurant. Michael had begun to realize that Waffle House was a distant goal . Morgan grinned impishly at him. ” Just go along with it.” Laid a quick kiss on his lips and bounced out of the car. She paused at the glass door waiting for him. Then opened the door and held it for him. He stepped over the threshold, to be greeted by a large plastic spider hanging at eye level.
The two Native american dummies seated completed the entire old Florida tourist trap vibe. Morgan led the way into the restaurant. As they sat in the booth, waiting for their cheeseburgers. Michael realized that the day before had been the winter solstice. Dec 22 2019 was going to be a day Michael would long remember.
He sat, gazing around the resturaunt, the various Florida cracker displays, the Jackalope, old photos on the walls. He noticed, one of the old black and white photos in particular. Morgan was there, sitting on the hood of a 57 chevy, poodle skirt and sweater, showing it to have been in the 1950s.
Morgan noticed his focus, seeing the picture she smiled. “Yes” was her reply to the unasked question. Michael turned his attention back onto Morgan. He sat quietly, looking at her, waiting.
She could feel the weight of his interest. The unasked questions piling up. Cocking her head, she made a low ravens croak. Michaels look turned from a focused gaze into a what the fuck Look.
Morgan checked her phone. Nodded, and dropped a room key on the table. ” Can we get those to go?“she asked the waitress as she slid out of the booth. A bemused somewhat confused Michael followed. She thanked the cashier, tossed the bag of burgers to Michael and told him she would meet him in the room. Then headed into the Package store that was part of the whole Desert inn experience.
Michael stood on the walkway looking at the Jack ass crossing sign until Morgan reappeared and went straight to the cars trunk. Placed the paper bag she was carrying in it and rummaged a bit then closed the trunk, turned and headed for the outside stairs. Michael followed her.
The room was small, with a ratty carpet, peeling paint, and a questionable double bed. Morgan went straight to a closet next to the narrow bathroom door, pulled out sheets and pillow cases tossing them to Michael. ” Fix up the bed would you?” She went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Michael could hear the sound of running water. Sighing, he stripped then remade the bed. He was still holding the coverlet trying to decide whether to put it on the bed when Morgan stepped out of the Bathroom. Michael forgot what he had been thinking and dropped the coverlet on the floor.
Morgan stood wearing only her evil grin. Hair still damp from the shower, she pounced on the bed, ” Going to join me?” Michael shed his shirt and was unbuttoning the BDUs confronted with the freshly showered morgan when thought about the fact that he had not had a shower since Thursday. It is Saturday. He announced that he needed a shower first. Morgans eyes lit up.
She waited until the bathroom was nice and steamy. Morgan carefully crept into the bathroom, then slowly, ever so gently moved the shower curtain just enough for her to get in. Michael was washing his hair, eyes closed when a hand not his grasped him. He knew it could only be Morgan. Dissapointed that he had not jumped when surprised, she soaped down his back and washing it thoroughly. She washed every part of him she could reach. Until Michael finally hit his limit. With a long growl He tore the shower curtain completely down. Path clear Michael bent just enough to catch Morgan by the waist. When he straightened back up he held a wet and squirming Morgan over his shoulder. She was laughing and pounding on his back. Michael spanked her once hard ” Be still woman!”
Morgan stopped confused. He was speaking lowly in verse.
“You’re like dried blood on the floor of surprise ”
“What the fuck was that?” Morgan tried to ask. “Hush do you want another one?” Morgan started to call him a nasty bastard, however she was thinking about him spanking her. No one had ever dared, no one had ever tried what Michael was doing. This was different. It was bringing surprisingly interesting results. Michael tossed her onto the bed roughly. Then he began new and diverse attentions.
Kissing, nipping lightly at her ankle. Along the calf, behind and around her knee , the inside of her thigh. Then he moved to her other ankle and began the same thing. Morgan reached down and tangled her hand in his hair. Her other hand followed. She was not thinking clearly.
This time when Michael reached her inner thigh. He nipped a little harder, growling softly as he worked his way to the middle. Morgan was squirming, enraptured as Michael explored with tongue and teeth.
When he hit that little spot. Held it between his teeth growling and sucked as hard as he could. Morgan let out a yell. that quickly became a scream in between gasping for breath. Michael was merciless in his attention to detail. He would not give her time to catch her breath. She arched her back until only her heels and the back of her head were touching the bed. She held that pose , trembling and gasping a long moment.
Smiling like a cheshire cat, Michael stopped. Moved to her wrist, touching, kissing the palm of her hand, then kissing nipping ,he worked his way up her arm and shoulder to her neck . It was then that he kissed her lips , her breasts, Michael was devouring her . Once, she fought him off trying to catch her breath. She had backed up against the head board, wiping the sweat drenched hair out of her face. Gasping she asked ” Just what the fuck was that?” Laughing “Pressure points can bring pleasure as well as the pain.” Michael grabbed her ankles, pulling back towards him. Morgan fought back, ” Oh nooo, tis my turn now!”
After a brief stuggle, Michael surrendered to her attentions. Not like he really could stop her. Not that he wanted her to stop either. Morgan was far stronger than she looked with an iron willed determined to accomplish her goals. Her dastardly evil plan was payback!
It was a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Well, spending any time with a ravaging Morgan is thing of wonder. Guaranteed to definitely leave a few scars. They spent the afternoon and evening in bed. Occasionally watching parts of what ever random shows flickered across the ScyFy channel when they paused for breath. Mostly, they paid an intimate attention to each other.
It was just before three am when Morgan bounced out of the bed, and began getting dressed. ” Hurry up, we need to go!” She declared while pulling on her boots and throwing the Tiger striped fatigues at Michael.
He dressed quickly then followed her out the door. Morgan went straight to the car where she opened the trunk, rummaged about, then shut it just as Michael stepped up.
She got in and started the car. The Dodge sat rumbling as it idled. When Michael got in, Morgan handed a Black Balaclava and gloves to Michael. “you will need these in a minute. ” “What, are we robbing the place?” He asked. ” “No, we are meeting someone here shortly. ”
“Curioser and curiouser” Michael misquoted. Morgan ignored him as she busied herself putting on her gloves, slipping on her black balaclava.
" Wont we sort of defeat the purpose of these,” he asked gesturing with the gloves. “No ” was the only reply forthcoming. Morgan was looking fixedly at her phone. Michael could see, she had a stop watch app displayed.
Shaking his head, he put on the gloves, noticing that the balaclava she had given him was one of those flame retardent things race car drivers wore. He was pulling that on over his head when the big boom happened.
Startled, he jerked the balaclava down and climbed up out of the car. Morgan had already began moving. Debris was still falling as he followed her across the parking lot towards the source of the boom.
A semi had crashed into the end of the building completely wiping out the restaurant. The long trailer was Jack knifed along the remnant of the building face.
Morgan ignored the driver screaming and burning alive in the destroyed cab sprinting to the back doors of the trailer. When Michael arrived there she had already broken the lock and torn the doors open. ” Stay here, keep an eye out” she ordered disappearing into the trailer.
Ok, it was not as if Michael had a clue about the mission.even so, there was no viable option other than trusting her.where was he going to go? What else could he do? He was content to await instructions while trying to scan and see everywhere at once. Searching for, for what exactly?
The sleepy little cross roads was now bustling with activity. A single Florida Highway patrol car had left the turnpike toll area where one was always posted . Moving to block the intersection with blue lights flashing.
Michael was not happy about losing track of the only known fire arm. With it being rural Florida there were likely some concealed carriers amongst the people. Michael paid close attention to the helpers. The ones moving towards the danger. That is where the weapons most likely were to be found.
The heat from the burning restaurant and semi was intense and getting worse. Michael was now beginning to get very nervous. A few people were running about, cars and trucks were pulling over along the busy highway.
The flames grew as black smoke filled the sky. Morgan reappeared carrying an aluminum brief case and a long rectangular wooden case. She tossed the aluminum case to Michael, ” OK, time to go!” she barked , trotting quickly back towards her car. Michael followed.
There were so many damn questions racing through his mind that his head was spinning. Morgan told him to wait, she would explain after they got back on the road. ” Oh, and no, not Orlando. Lakeland.” She stated, seeming to read his mind as they pulled out of the parking lot. People were scurrying about, making a difficult moving maze to negotiate. Then they were out of the parking lot and west bound.
Michael took off the Balaclava and gloves. Picked up the remnants of the Cheese burger he had dropped earlier and began eating. “Hey, would you mind passing my burger?” Morgan asked, giving Michael a quick sideways glance and that evil smirk of hers.
Michael unwrapped the burger and handed it to her. She had been right about the food. Even cold, the burger was good. It had certainly been an interesting Saturday so far and Sunday was looking to be as interesting.
South central Florida seems pretty desolate at 3:30 am on a sunday morning. Michael finished his cold burger before asking ” Waffles? You promised waffles” Morgan began laughing. She almost ran off the road she was laughing so hard. “You are amazing! After the day we had all you have to ask is Waffles? ” Shrugging ” I like waffles!”
Michael then launched into a detailed dissertation on the properly perverse ways to eat waffles. The correct methods of and perverse uses of waffles. A few were new to her. A few were seriously demented and intriguing. “Why waffles?” Morgan asked. Michael explained the short comings of pan cakes. Primarily pan cakes were too floppy and dissolved far too easily. Pancakes were weak, waffles are strong!
Morgan was thoroughly amused. Michael seemed as if he just might work out. ” I think I will keep you!” She declared.
She made that Raven croaking sound again, her, demoniac chuckle Michael found quirkily amusing. While she placed her full attention on the road, gradually pressing the gas pedal to the floor. The Six Pack open all the way up as the big blocked sucked down the gas.
” Hey, how did you know?” he asked her. ” I found out from a dream.” Morgan did not take her eyes off of the road. Michael sat back and enjoyed the ride while contemplating her answer. Lakeland was only a couple hours away, probably less he guessed glancing at the Speedometer. It was pegged at One Hundred Twenty and bouncing.
Riding, breathing in the muggy swampy night air, grooving on the rhythmic rumbling of the engine Michael began composing the song in his head. The verse had started earlier that afternoon. He had been inspired. When the verse hits you there was no holding it in or escape from it. Morgan tried to concentrate on driving. Michael had decided on making it difficult.
His finger tips tapped out a rhythm, light feathery touches played along her inner thigh. Now and again he would trace long curling designs from the inside of her knee up along her inner thigh till he would occasionally brush across her most sensitive place.
Morgan, biting her lip, was having difficulties. Glancing at Michael, he sat stone faced looking straight ahead, seemingly ignoring the chaos he was stirring. For his part, Michael could tell he was driving her nuts. Her occasional twitches, squirms, and non stop lip biting were tells. Hah! For once he had her losing it, at his mercy. How far could he push it? They had a couple of hours ahead of them. Michael intended to find out exactly how far.