Driving away, I glanced at Maggie in my rear view mirror and wondered if I should have stayed there for awhile, but the curve in the road changed my mind as she disappeared. I reached in the bag for an apple again thinking how tempting it would be to spend the night with her but kept driving, enjoying the apple and still trying to make sense out of what had just happened.
"That was so wild. Nothing like that ever happened to me before," I thought to myself. "Of course nothing like that happened before, dummy, you rarely leave the cabin. How can you have experiences like that if you don't get out into the world?" That was a shocking realization that made me question how I live my life.
I finished the apple and put the core in the bag. I picked up the peach, feeling its slightly fuzzy skin and thought about Maggie's words, "wet and juicy." I thought about Thoreau's words about traveling wide and far at Walden and thought, "bet he never met anyone like Maggie in his little cabin." I thought about the choices I made, never knowing what I was missing. I thought of Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken." All these years living in the cabin, the woods, my routine, content and enjoying the road I had chosen, but now, suddenly, I was on another road, a new road, a new perspective. I was now on the road not taken before and unsure where it would take me. Somehow, this uncertainty was exciting. I felt more alive than ever before.
It was getting dark and I still had no idea where I was. I hadn't seen any signs and had no idea where I would end up later. I knew I had to find a motel or some place to stay. I didn't want to sleep in the car. The woods were thick and dark on both sides of the narrow road. "Where am I?" I thought,. Turning on the radio to see if I could get the public radio station, but all I got was static and one station with someone talking about Jesus and dying for our sins.
"I hope I find a town or a motel or even a road sign" I thought. "I'm sure I'll find something, if I keep going," I said, beginning to feel uncertain about this adventure. I felt like Odysseus lost at sea, looking for a port, an answer, something that would soothe the restless urge that compelled me to leave my cozy cabin and take off on this journey. "Where will this all end up?" I wondered as I drove though the darkness.
About a half hour later, I came to a four way intersection and saw a sign with names of towns on it and arrows. I didn't recognize any of the names so still didn't know which way to turn. "One of names was "Flowertown." I liked the sound of that one better than "Titusville," so that's where I headed. After about ten minutes, I saw a sign, "Welcome to Flowertown," but it still seemed desolate. I drove for another five minutes, saw some lights ahead and finally a sign that said, Pie in the Sky Pizza. Aside from being intrigued by the name, I was glad to find a place I could stop. I pulled into the parking where there was a small pickup truck and a brown Saab with a dented fender.
I was hungry, tired of driving and hoping someone would know of a motel nearby. The pizza place was empty except for a man in an apron taking a pizza out of the oven. At one of the tables was a young woman filling salt and pepper shakers. She looked up at me as I entered, "We're about to close," she said.
"Oh," I said, "Can I get something to go?"
I walked over to her and noticed her blue eyes and dark complexion. She had short black curly hair and long dangling earrings. She wore a low cut tight yellow tank-top, and standing above her, I could see her tits as she leaned over the salt and pepper shakers.
"I've been on the road all day and just want something to go." I said. "Also, is there a motel or something like that around here? I need a place for the night."
"Sorry, the kitchen is closed," she said. Then she called to the guy in the kitchen, "Hey, Al, can we serve this guy a pizza?"
"He can have some of yours," he said, taking the pizza out of the oven. "This is it for the night."
"I don't want to take any of yours," I said. "That must be for your family."
"No family. It's my supper. I don't like to eat until I finish work."
"I don't know," I said. "I could buy a slice or two from you, if you don't mind. I'm really hungry."
"You don't need to buy," she said. "I'll share some with you."
"Are you sure?" I asked,
"Yes, sit down and I'll bring it over."
"That's very generous of you," I said, surprised that she was so willing to share her pizza with a stranger.
"No problem, I couldn't finish a whole pizza myself and would end up taking it home to my dog," she said. "He loves pizza," she added.
As I sat down, she pushed the shakers to the side and then stood up. She was small, not more than five-feet tall. She had on a short tight black skirt that barely came to mid-thigh and a small red apron tied around her narrow waist. I noticed her tits were big for a small woman. When she stood up, she took the apron off.
"Be right back," she said. As she walked towards the kitchen, I could not help but notice her round ass in the tight skirt. "What's happening to me, meeting two sexy women in one day?"
While waiting, I glanced around the little pizza place and up at the ceiling that was painted blue with white clouds and pictures of pizzas. "That's clever," I thought, remembering the name of the place, Pie in the Sky."
"Want something to drink?" she asked, as she returned to the table. "I'm going to have a beer," she added. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because of the way her big tits jiggled. I loved the way her legs looked in her short skirt.
