Readers, this is part three of what I hope will be a many part series. This is set in the late 1980's in a time before cell phones and the internet as we know it. There is pot smoking in this story and the use of "Magic Mushrooms". All Sexualized characters are fictional and over 18 years of age.
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It was 10 AM, five minutes after both awoke to the fifty-five-degree sunshine, with their stomach's growling and their bodies lightly stuck together.
"Shower and bathroom!" Molly said as she stretched and tried to clear some of the fog in her brain. She grabbed a random dry shirt as Lou found shorts and his keys, then they ran for the car and the start of their day.
Cleaned up and back at the breakfast nook, the waitress smiled as they both ordered double French toasts. Their slightly tired eyes betraying the source of their appetites.
Molly, tipped a five again plus change, telling them their food was great, saying "we will be back here with the next tour this way," and we went back to pack up.
Molly called her sister and asked her to meet them at her soon to be former apartment. It was an old three decker, and the elderly owner was in the yard watering the plants in her housecoat at 12:30. Molly's sister Patty pulled up as we did. Patty was twenty and a shorter and slimmer version of Molly with pixie Pat Benatar style haircut.
"Hi Lou, Nice station weapon." Patty said.
"You are not allowed to drive Andromeda! Patty the Pinto Killer!" Molly said sharply.
"Careful there Ta'Pau! Patty sniped back like a wounded sister, or I'll tell Mom how funny you are walking. Looking in the back deck of the wagon, she added, Rugburns?"
"Fuck you, let's get this done!" Molly snapped, getting us all to march up to the door while she talked to Mrs. Rico.
An hour and a half later the Galaxie and the Toyota were all packed up and Molly hugged Mrs. Rico goodbye. Her roommates had not been seen for days. Not Molly's problem!!
It was an hour drive in traffic the twenty-five miles to the small town in Northwestern Connecticut. "How do you plan to prove to my mother you can do this safely with me. I am sure you are good, but she can smell BS from a mile. She had me and two more girls, she smokes pot, has done LSD and magic mushrooms, I bet so that is not a worry, but it's the money she will question."
"Molly when we get there and get your stuff in will anyone be able to see me in the driveway?"
"No, why?"
"I'm going to bring in everything to show her. Every dollar, ticket, credit card, AAA card, Park Gold pass, my checkbook and balance, my ID for her to copy and address and phone numbers for Max and my folks in Florida. I'll also show her the pot and shrooms since she will ask what kind of drugs I do I'd bet. I'll do what I have to, to keep you with me!"
Pulling up to the river stone faced arts and crafts style bungalow with a stockade fence on both sides, I went in the driveway that led to the back of the house with large yard containing many large trees and an old broken swing set.
April came bounding down the stairs to greet them. Lou could see resemblance at once. Same brown eyes and prominent eyebrows, and slightly long and sad faces with hers a little more filled out than Patty's, more like Molly with a bit of a tan and a few crow's feet and worry lines from raising three girls, more than half the time on her own. She was about three inches shorter than Molly but about the same weight with a slightly larger ass, belly, and boobs. Her shoulder length hair was in loose curls and about a shade darker with some old highlights fading out.
Twenty minutes later Molly's stuff in boxes was leaning into an already stuffed closet. "Thank you, Patty, for doing those two loads yesterday."
"That's ok Mol, I got that fifty they owed Drew from their nightstand, and I smoked a dime bag I found in there."
"That was mine, those fucking thieves!" Molly stormed out and almost punched the oak woodwork. Stopping short, "Your right! Fuck them! I hope they are still in jail." As she harrumphed and went down the stairs to the back sitting room where her mother had a table and comfortable chairs for "bridge games" where her friends got stoned and bitched about their husbands and kids.
April, sitting at the head of her table after handing them each a glass of water, led off saying. "So, Lou, drawing herself up, you want to take my prodigal daughter out to follow the Dead in that Battle Wagon. First piece of advice, don't let Patty drive her."
"Mom!" Patty called listening from the doorway.
"Can you ask Drew over her for ten minutes and I will feed him, Pinto Killer."
Molly laughed and April turned saying. "Watch it Hot Pants, you have a lot of convincing to do."
Patty returned saying, "Half to forty-five and can Adam have a sandwich too."
"Yes and go make them!" Both women said in unison.
"Now Lou, you need to show me my precious, innocent, Hot Pants here will be safe on the road and not selling her ass in Vegas for bus fare, too proud to call me. And, turning back to face Molly, Patty told me your roommates were arrested blackout drunk and are still in jail. How were you getting home from there?"
"Thank you, Lou, for bringing her here safe! Points for you so far but you have a way to go! Selling hot dogs across America is a dubious way to make a living!!"
"I'd understand your concerns. I'd be worried too. I must ask two favors, I'll need to go to my car and gather some things to Prove your daughter will have what she needs to be warm, safe, and fed. I'll also need to take about twenty minutes to do my books, I've been nonstop since 9:30 am yesterday. We'll find out if we eat steak, burgers, or cheap hot dogs off the grill I said with a smile."
April cleared her cluttered table and got Lou some paper, pens, and a calculator. Patty followed them out and was amazed when Lou began to open the cars secret compartments and Molly pulled out envelopes from under the seat thrusting them into her everything bag which also had some stray money.
What really struck Patty was the bowl and bags of weed, four large roaches and a bag of what appeared to be mushrooms. Putting all of this and a checkbook along with envelopes of tickets in her bag. They then went to the back where Lou pushed a seatbelt mount and side panel along the back side popped open with some power tools, other new looking tools, and another envelope. They closed all the secrets up before going back in.
Patty, pointing to the bowl and bags said. "Five bucks mom sees all that shit, and she yanks up his shirt sleeves and checks for needle marks, then threatens to check between his toes."
"She's not that bad," Molly answered dismissively.
"She did it to Drew, and we weren't leaving the state!"
Once inside Molly dumped her bag onto the table, picking up her personal items including yesterday's long forgotten underwear, her mother noticing her attempted sleight of hand to her pocket with them.
