Three For The Road
“Can’t we stop now?” Gayle asked as she and her husband, Warren, and their friend Hugh pulled up to the country intersection on their bicycles. “There should be a hotel in this berg.” She was tired and cranky, her muscles ached and she’d been complaining since they’d stopped for lunch.
Hugh pulled out his map and scrutinized it carefully. “I think we can make another five miles yet, that’s what we planned last night.”
“Oh, c’mon guys, my bottom’s so sore,” Gayle complained. “I don’t think I could make it.”
Hugh looked at the scowling brunette, thinking that she had no idea what a sore bottom really was. But he bit his tongue to keep peace the between the three. This kind of behavior was just what he came on this trip to get away from. He certainly didn’t want to
