. i'm in california , i remembered . i felt like i desereved a gold star . my bound wrists and ankles were a reliable clue that i was in an unfortunate predicament of some kind . i said , where am i ?"
suddenly , ui recalled spooning naked with amy . the contect escaped me . but the image focus me , as naked memories with pretty girls do ,and i discovered fragmentary recollegetions of the old ford pickup and a rusty iowa loicense tag . gophers , too - i remembered gophers .
the pieces felt like remnants of some strange psyychological scavenger hunt . i couldn't fit any of the items into a context that would hasve allowed a naked encounter with a young woman .
i remember i was married ." where 's amy ?" i asked .
a muted roar from the backseat -"ellllll eeeeee"- offered a clue . i turned to look behind me . an electric pain - mini lightning bolt - shot from my injured head into my neck and shoulder . amy was cirled up on the floor brehind her head . the roar i heard had been her attempted scream for help .
newspaper pages were taped to the side wibndows of the back dootrs .
as i came back around and i noticed the GPS devive near my left knee . another clue , i rememberd chloe , the watercolorist . the camry we were in my rented camry , i so muc wanted to turn the screen of GPS MY WAY SO CHLOE COUKLD WHISPER A CLUE ABOUT WHERE THE HELL I WAS . CHLOE WOULD KNOW . THE WOMAN WAS A MENSCH .
THE MAN PULLED THE CAR TO A GRADUAL STOPM ON THE SIDE of the road beside a wide field that seemed to have been most recently cultivateed with a cash crop of tumbleweeds ." throw the floor mat out the window . can't stand that smell . just do it ."
it wasn't easy with my wrist taped , but i managed to toss the the flooe mat out the window withgout spilling any vomit , i didn't think i would like what the man would do if i spilled the vomit .
the carpet mat was almost the same shade of brown as the dirs on the shoulder beside the road .
every movement i made caused my heasd to ached more . i fingued .
suddenly , ui recalled spooning naked with amy . the contect escaped me . but the image focus me , as naked memories with pretty girls do ,and i discovered fragmentary recollegetions of the old ford pickup and a rusty iowa loicense tag . gophers , too - i remembered gophers .
the pieces felt like remnants of some strange psyychological scavenger hunt . i couldn't fit any of the items into a context that would hasve allowed a naked encounter with a young woman .
i remember i was married ." where 's amy ?" i asked .
a muted roar from the backseat -"ellllll eeeeee"- offered a clue . i turned to look behind me . an electric pain - mini lightning bolt - shot from my injured head into my neck and shoulder . amy was cirled up on the floor brehind her head . the roar i heard had been her attempted scream for help .
newspaper pages were taped to the side wibndows of the back dootrs .
as i came back around and i noticed the GPS devive near my left knee . another clue , i rememberd chloe , the watercolorist . the camry we were in my rented camry , i so muc wanted to turn the screen of GPS MY WAY SO CHLOE COUKLD WHISPER A CLUE ABOUT WHERE THE HELL I WAS . CHLOE WOULD KNOW . THE WOMAN WAS A MENSCH .
THE MAN PULLED THE CAR TO A GRADUAL STOPM ON THE SIDE of the road beside a wide field that seemed to have been most recently cultivateed with a cash crop of tumbleweeds ." throw the floor mat out the window . can't stand that smell . just do it ."
it wasn't easy with my wrist taped , but i managed to toss the the flooe mat out the window withgout spilling any vomit , i didn't think i would like what the man would do if i spilled the vomit .
the carpet mat was almost the same shade of brown as the dirs on the shoulder beside the road .
every movement i made caused my heasd to ached more . i fingued .
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