She heard the train whistle while lying in bed. The same whistle from the same train just like every other morning.
"Some day Penny. Some day." She laid in her bed listening to the constant snoring of the man she thought she loved lying next to her.
What's changed? she ask herself. Why doesn't he look at me the same way? Why don't I care anymore if he did? Her life was a lie. Her feelings for him gone, never to be rekindled. He had become a monster in her mind, a thing to hate, to despise. This was no man!
Penny got out of bed, the clock read 6:01 a.m. Just like every other day. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and took her morning shower. She dressed for work and went out the front door.
Penny drove to work. Not something she enjoyed doing, but someone had to make some money. Lord knows that he would never get off his lazy ass. Her mind drifted to a happier time, a time when she could look into his eyes and see that he wanted her and only her. A time when they would walk hand in hand on a beach or through the mall. Now, well now he's just there. A slug, a bump on a log, a nothing.
The sound of screeching tires brought Penny back to the reality of her life. She turned the steering wheel hard left to avoid a car that was in her lane attempting to make a pass and failing. Penny's car veered in front of the two on coming cars, barely missing them as she ran off the road.
She came to a halt and in a daze, looked to see which one stopped. Neither did. Penny was shaking with fury, her heart pounding in her chest. The beat echoing in her ears with a loud thump, thump. In the distance, she hears a whistle, the same whistle that she heard that morning in her house.
Penny stood there numb, unsure what to do. The train drew closer, the whistle grew louder and Penny still stood there frozen. As the train creeped it's way across the road Penny noticed an open box car door. Penny felt a sudden urge to walk towards the train. Her feet lifting off the ground faster and faster as she kept pace with the train.
She began to run towards the boxcar, determined to catch it, just like she did when she was younger. Those were different times, happier times. Penny leaped and grabbed a hold of the car as it rolled past, flinging her legs up and over to the open car.
She sat there catching her breath, leaving the life she knew behind, her car, her job, her husband, everything! Penny stood up, sighing heavily and closed the boxcar door, closed the door on her old life.
Feeling alone, vulnerable and scared, Penny listened to the click clack of the train as it continued on it's unknown destination. Penny had time to reflect on her decision. Was this the right thing? Of course not she answered her self. But it was what she needed and thats all that mattered. Penny found herself mentally exhausted. She laid down and fell into a deep sleep.
Penny awoke to the sounds of airbrakes from the big locomotive as it came to a halt just outside of Denver. Worried that she'll be discovered, Penny cracks open the door and peeks out. Seeing nothing on that side of the train, she decides to jump out while she can.
Just before she exits the boxcar, Penny notices an attache case. Curious, she picks it up and tries to open it, but the latches are locked in place. She thinks about leaving it, but decides to take it with, unsure of what the contents could be.
Feeling dirty, tired and hungry, Penny begins to walk as fast as she can away from the train. Her only possession is the brief case that she desperately clings to in her left hand.
Walking nearly two miles before she turns to look in the train’s direction, she notices that she's surrounded by mountains. Her sense of direction gone, she begins to panic, the sense of being lost and alone crashing in on her. She sits in the middle of the field and cries. Tears streaming down her face, Penny decides that she best find a place to stay before she becomes dinner for some starving coyote.
Penny looks in her wallet,
"Great, a lousy $150.00 Penny. Thats gonna get you real far." she says.
Realizing that she didn't plan her getaway very well, Penny begins to regret her decision. Hours later, Penny comes upon a small town. There's a motel at one end and a few other buildings scattered throughout the town. She walks up to the motel, asks for a room and is handed the key to number 17. Penny ponders for a moment if it's a sign.
"I guess we'll see if seventeen is lucky or not." she says aloud.
"Best room in this dump miss." said the gruff looking woman, a cigarette hanging from her lower lip.
"Well, thanks. Does it have a hot shower? I'm feeling kind of grubby." asks Penny.
"Yes, thats the one redeeming quality here. The pipes all work and the water heater is brand new. The guy that bought this place is trying to fix it up. I wish him luck." She turned and left.
Penny held the room key in her hand, she began to shake as the full weight of her decision to run away was hitting her emotionally hard. She finds the room easily enough, it's drab furnishings are tattered and worn. She flops on the bed and is surprised how soft it is. Exhausted both physically and emotionally, Penny falls asleep almost immediately and dreams.
She slept heavily and again dreams of a dark haired stranger. He's tall, muscled but not overly so, hair shoulder length and loose. He's lying next to her, smiling. Penny looks at his face trying to hold his gaze, trying to remember where she met him. His movements are quick, yet soft. His hands are strong but uncalloused as they reach for her naked body.
Penny is enjoying the touch of his hand on her breast, his thumb playing with her right nipple as his mouth covers and sucks on her left. She can feel herself getting wet. Her eyes close as she lets the sensations of this strangers touch cascade over her body. Off in the distance she hears a train whistle.
Penny opens her eyes, she's driving her car to work. She hears the train whistle again, drawing her attention. She returns her eyes to the road, just in time to see a car racing towards her. Unsure what to do, she panics, there's no where for her to go, she screams and turns the wheel just as she's about to hit.
Penny sits up straight, awoken by the sound of glass shattering on hard pavement, her heart is racing, her breathing is trying to catch up to the pounding in her chest. She looks around the tiny hotel room, a brief moment of confusion, before she remembers what she's done.
Afraid to call home, or rather, not wanting to deal with the bullshit, she postpones the call and takes a long hot shower. Even though it's a cheap hotel, it does have a shower massager and Penny is still thinking of her dream man. The tall, sexy dark haired stranger with the salt and pepper goatee.
She removes the shower massager and uses the powerful pulse of the water on her clit. Her senses already piqued, she cums hard and fast. As she towels off, she sees the attache case in the bathroom mirror. It's sitting on the table where she left it. Penny searches around the hotel room for something, anything to pry it open, but finds nothing.
Getting frustrated, she picks it up and throws it as hard as she can on the floor. The carpeting softens the blow and the case remains locked. Again and again she slams it down on the floor, only to have it hold fast.
"SHIT!" she screams.
The hotel manager was walking past her room when he hears her scream. Curious, he knocks on the door.
Startled, Penny lets out a softer scream, breaking her concentration on the attache case. Still naked, she grabs a towel and wraps it around herself before peeking out her window. She sees only the back of some man. Cautiously, she calls out...
"What do you want?"
