The Guy Under the Table
I had left my old job and my old girlfriend behind. Footloose and beholding to no one I was driving across the country on back roads, planning to start a new life in California. On the third day, somewhere in the middle of Missouri, I stopped for the night in a small town with only one motel and one bar.
After checking in I strolled across the street to have a couple of beers before calling it a night. I was nursing the end of the second one when a nice-looking woman came in. She was slightly on the plump side but very well put together, wearing tight jeans with a crop top that showed off a bare midriff and a loose long open sweater to protect her from the chill. The really striking thing about her was that she was dragging a man by a leash from a collar around hi
