The Salvation Shark, Chapter 21

Anton

We get food in a fancy restaurant across the street from hotel bar and head north. The bimbo won’t talk to me. She ate a huge meal at the restaurant, I think as some kind of half-assed revenge. She is going to be a hard nut to crack to get her to do what I want. I will succeed though, I know it.

We stop at a rest stop just past the Virginia border. It’s about six-thirty, leaving us more than enough time get where I want to be tonight. The men’s room here is disgusting, littered with gay porn and a glory-hole in every stall. Today’s date and ‘7PM’ is written above one of the urinals.

Some fag comes in and starts hitting on me while I’m combing my hair. I turn to him, smile, and say, “You know, you’re going to Hell?” He get’s an indignant look on his face, but before he can say anything, I say, “God hates fags, and I hate God.”

I fuck him while Becki waits in the car. When we’re done, I dress quickly, and comb my hair again, even though not a single strand is out of place. I grab an orange soda for Becki and ago back to the Porsche.

Becki doesn’t even look at me as I get in, pop the top on my orange soda and start the car. “Ready to go?” I ask cheerfully as I put on my seatbelt–you should always wear your seatbelt. She looks over at me, still scowling, and then back out the window. This makes me laugh out loud, to which she doesn’t respond.

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