Driving across the state doesn't sound like a bad idea, maybe even a fun adventure, until the rain rolls in and never seems to roll away. Oh and the state is a wide one, like Pennsylvania, so it's going to be a while. At some point, Marie is over the sound of her windshield wipers, and the same old playlist from 2005 just isn't what it used to be when she was frustrated. No, not frustrated, she's bored. Marie is totally and completely bored and over this car ride already.
She glances at the GPS. "Oh great, only another 6 hours," she says to herself, ''just enough time to not give a fuckkkkkkkkkk anymore." Marie lays her head back against the headrest and spaces out into the road signs along the highway. A restaurant catches her eye on the Upcoming Attractions sign,
White Swallow Diner
. Her immature nature gets the better of her and Marie finds herself laughing uncontrollably.
"White SWALLOW!? Oh, my goodness, no they did not! Not WHITE SWALLOW!" she gasps, choking on her laughter, "Did no one try to stop them!" Marie can't get control of herself until she feels the tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.
I'm losing it in this car,
she thinks,
Maybe I'll stop for a bite and wake up a bit.
Two miles later Marie is sitting in a diner and she's trying to decide if this restaurant was styled to look like it is from the 1950s or if everything was immaculately well-kept original equipment. Based on the burnt coffee and unevenly cooked toast Marie guessed that it was original equipment. Even the jukebox was marked for nickels.
Who even carries around nickels? They've become as useless as pennies,
she thinks.
Marie is halfway through her under-cooked eggs and half burnt, half raw toast when she catches something out of the corner of her eye. The bathrooms are within eyesight of her seat, caddy corner to where she is so it's mostly in her peripheral. She probably only noticed because she was people-watching the truck drivers coming in the side door at the rear of the restaurant where there is parking for their trucks. People-watching is one of her most enjoyable pastimes and one she does as often as possible.
What she sees is a truck driver still tucking his cock away and zipping his pants while coming out of the bathroom. The amount of disgust from not washing his hands aside, it's what is happening behind him as the door swings shut that surprises Marie, a man is putting his dick in the wall. His hands are flat against the wall, face turned away from the door leading to the dining area, stall door wide open, and his dick