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This is a closed thread for Bull Steele and myself...enjoy!
I never expected to find true love at Denny's Restaurant or for that matter even a one night stand. I did expect to find some hot coffee and a club sandwich before I turned in for the night at the Tradewinds Motel across the highway.
The drive up the coast from Miami can be grueling especially when you spend the first two hours fighting your way through five o'clock traffic and out of the urban sprawl.
I could have stayed there of course. Made up with Mark and gone back to his place. But...He needed a lesson, a good lesson.
Mitzie Taylor is no girl to take for granted.
Fuck him.
Enough of that. I'd been driving the coast highway for five freakin' hours and I was dog tired.
The sign on the old motel said vacancy and that was good enough for me.
I slid my amex card across the counter and picked up the key for room 24.
I was going to put my bag in the room first but I was starving and a Denny's club sandwich seemed more apetizing to me right then, than a date with Mel Gibson.
I walked across the nearly deserted highway and entered the cheerful ambiance of the diner.
I took a booth, not really paying any attention to who was in the one behind me.
I gave a tired looking blonde my order and waited eagerly for my coffee.
That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder...
OOC...Mitzie Taylor is a knockout! First runner up in the Miss Florida Lemon competition, she's in her senior year at the university majoring in journalism. She wants to be a network anchor woman and she has the looks to do it.
Five foot eight inches without heels, long honey blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She has a graceful willowy figure that she spent her contest winnings augmenting to a firm 36c.
Mitzie's had a terrible fight with her boy friend, she's tired, frustrated and she wants...revenge!
I never expected to find true love at Denny's Restaurant or for that matter even a one night stand. I did expect to find some hot coffee and a club sandwich before I turned in for the night at the Tradewinds Motel across the highway.
The drive up the coast from Miami can be grueling especially when you spend the first two hours fighting your way through five o'clock traffic and out of the urban sprawl.
I could have stayed there of course. Made up with Mark and gone back to his place. But...He needed a lesson, a good lesson.
Mitzie Taylor is no girl to take for granted.
Fuck him.
Enough of that. I'd been driving the coast highway for five freakin' hours and I was dog tired.
The sign on the old motel said vacancy and that was good enough for me.
I slid my amex card across the counter and picked up the key for room 24.
I was going to put my bag in the room first but I was starving and a Denny's club sandwich seemed more apetizing to me right then, than a date with Mel Gibson.
I walked across the nearly deserted highway and entered the cheerful ambiance of the diner.
I took a booth, not really paying any attention to who was in the one behind me.
I gave a tired looking blonde my order and waited eagerly for my coffee.
That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder...
OOC...Mitzie Taylor is a knockout! First runner up in the Miss Florida Lemon competition, she's in her senior year at the university majoring in journalism. She wants to be a network anchor woman and she has the looks to do it.
Five foot eight inches without heels, long honey blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She has a graceful willowy figure that she spent her contest winnings augmenting to a firm 36c.
Mitzie's had a terrible fight with her boy friend, she's tired, frustrated and she wants...revenge!