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Corbin

I would have stayedin the fancy hotel but they would have required a credit card.

My life is more along the lines of cash and no questions asked.

We’re not at some shitty dive motel infested with drugs and whores.

It’s the best place I can find to hide.

As far as the front person cares, my name is Elliot Richards and that’s it.

I pay cash for the room and add in a couple hundred bucks extra to make it known I do not want to be bothered and my name does not go on any lists.

Even though it’s a fake name.

We’re at the far end of the motel, which is perfect.

Slightly hidden from the world right now.

Not much time, Corbin… not much time at all…

In the back of my truck I have pillows, blankets, cash, and some heroin.

Call it an ex-convict survival kit if you must.

I always appreciate a good sleeping arrangement too. You learn that fast in prison. Blankets and pillows can be used as currency.

Once we’re in the room, the first thing I do is strip the bed of the blankets and pillows. I use my own. A thick sleeping bag on top of the bed, two blankets, and a few pillows.

There’s a simplicity to it all, which is good.

This is life for the next little while for my Katie girl and me.

I end up on the side of the bed, sitting there, staring at her as she stands in the thick, fancy bathrobe from the hotel.

He sent her there on purpose. To get her away from me.

“Come here, darling,” I order her.

She struts toward me with all the beautiful perfection she can possibly possess.

I open her robe right away and slide my hands over shoulders and down, stripping her naked.

The robe falls to the floor in a heap of luxury cloth.

And I’m now staring at luxury lust.

My hands touch her back and I pull her closer, smelling her tits.

My mouth seeks her right nipple, taking it. My teeth rolling against it, leaving my Katie girl groaning with seductive pain.

“Fuck,” I growl. “Oh, fuck, Katie…”

I move to her other tit and engulf her. Her entire tit in my mouth as I groan and growl.

I feel her touch my hair. Nervous to do so. Her fingers clawing at my head.

I pull my mouth away from her tit and look up.