George awoke alone in his bed yet again. He understood that even though he took the week off for his guests, he possibly had been sleeping a little too much. As he rose from the bed, he saw his shorts on the floor and little else. He slowly reached over and grabbed them as he strained to hear sounds of life in the rest of the house. He walked slowly as if attempting to hear pins dropping, but heard no sign of life.
It was then he saw the table with a cold omelet and a warm glass of orange juice with a note. The note was from Sue. It told him basically that she took Marsha to the beauty salon in the hopes of having her experience a day of spoiling and that he shouldn't wait up. George felt a little ticked off knowing that he could have had a second session with both his Welsh goddess and his queen. But the thought of when they would arrive home made him smile as he tried to warm his omelet in the microwave and look for some cold juice.
His meal was interrupted by the phone ringing. Thinking it was his wife, he answered sweetly only to have Jacob's rough voice answer the phone. His mind instantly panicked as he was unsure what to do. This asshole was the one who kicked his wife out when he found a tramp to fuck at the zoo. Yet this same asshole was married to Marsha, the woman George spent the last two days fucking. He decided to err on the side of caution.
Jacob explained that he was stuck at Union Station and that he needed a ride back to the house. Knowing that Jacob had no idea how to get home, George agreed to go get him. He started to dress a little more including a new pair of underwear and then called Sue on her cell to let her know what was going on. She didn't answer, but George just left a message on voice mail just to keep her informed.
The drive from George's house to the DC border was about forty five minutes which gave plenty of time for George to ponder how he was going to tell Jacob about fucking Marsha. George felt conflicted because Jacob was given free reign to fuck Sue as much as he desired and chose to tell her to go home. George's mind was distracted.
When Jacob flagged him down by the side of the road near Union Station, George almost missed him. George unlocked the door and watched as Jacob slinked in, a worried smile on his face. Jacob began to ask George if the girls were ok. George responded politely, but chose to leave out the parts of Marsha fucking his brains out. Jacob seemed to ease a little as George started to head towards I-95. As he neared the exit, Jacob asked if George knew of any topless bars or gentleman's clubs around. George thought for a second before he asked if it was a good idea. Jacob answered by grabbing George's cell and calling Sue. From what George could tell, the conversation lasted a good ten minutes while he maneuvered through traffic. It was soon after that Jacob told him to go for it and that the girls were occupied with the girly stuff.