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 Summer Roadtrip by Jefferson Copyright (C) 2003 by Jefferson This story is
a work of fiction.  All events and persons, living and dead, are fictional.
Any resemblence to an actual person or event is purely coincidental.  This
story was edited by "Consonant Smile" with my deepest and eternal
gratitude. Chapter 5 - DAY 5 Wednesday Southern Florida To Georgia When I
woke up the next morning I arose, took off my clothes and showered.  The
events of the night before had actually made me feel dirty.  I figured it
was similar to what a woman feels like after being sexually harassed.  I
finished my shower and went to the bedroom to dress.  I was surprised to
see a swatch of pink against the dark blue quilt on the bed.  I reached
across the bed and picked up the small pink cloth.  I held it up and tried
hard to figure out what it was.  It took a minute to figure it out.  Mandy,
had left me a present, her pink satin panties.  I fell into bed so fast the
night before that I had totally missed them; I must have slept on them the
night before.  I set the panties down, not sure what to do with them, and
got dressed.  Because I hadn't decided what to do with the panties, I left
them where they were, unhooked the RV and drove off.  I opened the windows
to let the place air out.  The air felt so good I didn't even roll the
windows up during the brief rainstorm.  By the time I stopped for dinner I
was no longer in Florida.  I had one fantastic night and one terrible night
in that state; that was more than enough.  I finally felt comfortable
again. I pulled into a campground and parked.  I was somewhere in Georgia,
I hadn't paid much attention to my exact location.  I went inside and lay
down on the bed and turned on the television intending to dumb down for a
while.  I ended up playing with Mandy's pink panties and sitting there
trying hard to figure out what to do with them.  I finally decided I would
put them away in an empty drawer.  There wasn't a place for them in the
scrapbook/photo album Mom had given me.  Once the sun was down I could hear
the bullfrogs and bugs coming out.  I turned off the TV and went outside.
The people across the road from me were having a barbecue.  The fire was
lit and they were cooking what smelled like ribs.  There was an older
couple parked right next to me.  They too, had come out after the sun went
down.  We made small talk but not much else.  I sat there by myself for a
good part of the evening.  I had parked the RV near a small creek.  I
watched the bugs fly around and got lucky and spotted a couple of big old
Georgia Bullfrogs.  It was the most relaxing night I'd had on my trip so
far.  I sat there thinking about Erin, about Mandy and about the journey in
general.  I also considered a name for the RV.  I had noticed over the last
few days that most people had given their vehicle a nickname of some sort,
anything from "Rhonda" to the "Gray Ghost".  That was the name that the old
timers had given their RV.  I wondered if I should name mine and if so...
What?  The voice took me by surprise.  "Hi." I knew before I turned that it
was female.  When I turned I recognized the young woman I had seen earlier.
She was with the group having the barbecue across the road.  "Hello," I
said, not quite sure why she was here.  "Umm...  I've been watching you for
a couple hours now.  You're over here all by yourself?" she asked rather
nervously.  "Yeah.  I'm alone," I said with a smile.  "Uh, do you want to
come over and join us?  We have plenty.  That way you won't be alone," she
said.  I looked past her and saw about a dozen people over there now.  The
ribs had been cooked and eaten for quite some time.  Most of them were
sitting around the barbecue pit, using it as a campfire and were drinking
either beer or iced tea.  It looked like two families; there were four
adults and the rest were children of various ages.  The girl in front of me
seemed to be the eldest and currently was the main attraction for most of
the younger kids.  "You're being watched," I said motioning behind her.  "I
know.  They are my four cousins, my brother and my sister.  They're
annoying sometimes but..." "Well," I said, thinking on my feet.  "If
they're annoying, why don't you join me?" I said motioning to the other
lawn chair leaning against the RV.  I could see this surprised her.  She
twirled her hair around her finger, bit her lower lip and her eyes darted
from me to the lawn chair, to each side and then back to me.  "It's
actually quite soothing.  Sit here and watch the creek trickle past." I was
trying to be playful, but I wasn't succeeding.  After last night, I wasn't
in the mood for flirting but I hated being alone.  Being alone made me miss
Erin.  The girl continued to think about it.  At one point she turned back
to her family.  While her eyes were diverted I checked her out real quick.
She had a pretty face and long brown hair that hung down just past her
shoulders.  She was wearing a loose fitting blue denim jumper that hid her
breasts and ass.  I could see her legs from just below the knee down to her
sandals and couldn't help but notice her pretty feet.  She was attractive;
I figured she wasn't much more than sixteen.  When she turned back around
my eyes met hers.  She was still hesitant.  "I'm Jason by the way," I said,
hoping that would do the trick.  She nodded.  "Okay, but I can't stay
long," she said as she went over and got the lawn chair.  She set it up
beside mine and sat down.  Our backs were now to her family.  Once she sat
down, she looked over at me.  "I'm Melissa." "Nice to meet you Melissa." I
held out my hand and she took it.  She had tiny hands and short fingers. 
Her fingernails were painted pink and she was wearing a Timex sport watch
on her wrist.  She was right handed.  I don't know why that occurred to me
then, but it did.  She smiled at me as she held my hand.  "Nice to meet you
too.  Everyone calls me Missy," she said rather shyly.  Either this girl
knew what a guy liked or she was young and inexperienced.  When we released
our hands she pulled hers back real fast.  "So where are you from?" she
asked rather quickly, obviously anxious to avoid a long uncomfortable
silence.  "Virginia.  How about you?  Where are you from?" "I'm from here.
My aunt and uncle and their kids are staying over there.  They came for a
visit." "So, why didn't they come to your house?" "They did, for the last
three nights.  We all wanted a change of scenery.  So tonight we came here
and barbecued." "Sounded like you all were having fun." "Yeah, they're
okay, for short periods.  My younger cousins get annoying after a while.  I
like Pam and Ricky though.  They're okay." "Pam and Ricky are two of your
cousins?" I asked.  "Yeah.  Ricky's my age and Pam is a year younger." It
was a perfect lead in.  "So how old are you?" "How old do you think I am?"
she asked with a devilish little smile.  "Oh, I'd say..." I hesitated for a
moment.  I didn't want to insult her by saying she looked much younger than
what she was, but I didn't want to tell an obvious lie.  I picked the best
answer.  "About seventeen." "Okay, I'm about seventeen.  How old are you?"
She asked.  "Just turned eighteen." "How do you afford all of this at
eighteen?  Where's your family?" "I didn't afford this.  I asked for it as
a graduation present.  I couldn't decide where I wanted to go over the
summer.  I'm going to college this fall and my parents offered to send me
on a trip.  I couldn't figure out where I wanted to go.  So, I told them I
just wanted to travel.  They rented the RV for me, gave me a bunch of
travelers Checks and sent me on my way." "Oh that must be so cool.  How
long have you been traveling?" She asked, emphasizing the last word.  "This
is my fifth day.  I have a total time just shy of three months." "You get
to drive around all by yourself for three months?  Now that's what I call a
vacation.  I wonder if my parents would do that for me?" "Hey, can't hurt
to ask," I said.  "Are you going to go to California?" She asked suddenly.
"Yeah probably.  Why?" "I've always dreamed of going to California.  I want
to be an actress." "Watch out Julia Robert's here comes Missy," I said. 
She laughed, not bad.  "I doubt I'm that good," she said.  "Even if I don't
become an actress, I still want to go to California.  It's such a beautiful
place: the mountains, the desert, LA, San Francisco and the vineyards of
Northern California."

   "You sound like you've already been there." "No, I've just seen it on TV
and read some.  I wish I could go with you.  It'd be so cool to see the
country.  I've never even been away from the East Coast." "Never flew on a
plane?" I asked.  She shook her head.  "Well, do you have a car?" She shook
her head again.  "Well maybe a train?" She giggled.  "I've been on a train.
Once.  We went to the Everglades.  It was beautiful and I saw a real live
alligator but I want to see California more." We continued the
conversation. Jumping from one topic to the next.  I eventually found out
that she was, in fact, eighteen, that she also, had just graduated high
school and that was the reason for the aunt and uncles visit.  They had
come to see her graduate.  Ricky apparently had graduated a few days before
back home in Arkansas.  I found out that Missy had plans to go to a
community college nearby and then transfer to a big university after
establishing good grades.  She planned to study acting.  She did a scene
from Shakespeare's "Macbeth" for me.  From my point of view she wasn't too
bad, but I was no judge.  After about two hours of talking we heard someone
coming up behind us.  Missy introduced me to her mother.  "We're going
home. They're going inside.  Are you coming with us or are you going to
stay in the RV tonight?" Her mother asked.  Missy thought for a moment,
looked from me to her mother, thought for a second.  "I'm going to stay
here for a while.  Then I'll sleep with Pam.  Okay?" "Okay.  Don't do
anything stupid," Missy's mother yelled as she turned and left.  We watched
Missy's family pile into a four-door sedan and drive away.  "She must trust
you?" I said.  "For some reason, the day I graduated, she relaxed.  It was
incredible.  Now, she lets me do pretty much whatever I want.  She says I'm
an adult now and have to start making my own decisions.  My stepfather
doesn't agree with her.  But that's his problem." "You don't like him?" "My
stepfather?  Oh John is nice but I was used to it being just me and mom."
"Where is your real father?" "John's the only father I've ever had.  My
biological father died in a car crash four months before I was born.  Mom
didn't even date until I was almost twelve.  She met John when I was almost
seventeen.  They've only been married a little over a year." "So...  your
brother and sister..." She finished the comment for me.  "They're John's
kids from his first marriage.  Johnny is nine and Brenda is seven.  They
stay with their mother most of the time.  She's nice; I sometimes go spend
a weekend or whatever with her.  It gives Mom and John some privacy you
know.  Plus it gives me time with the two kids." "So, how do you like being
the older sister suddenly?" I said with a smile.  "It isn't bad." She
looked behind her for a moment.  "Hey, my uncle left the cooler out.  You
want a beer?" she said with a smile.  "I don't drink.  Thanks anyway.  If
you want one, go for it." "Naw.  No fun to drink alone." She peeked at her
watch.  "It's almost eleven?" She seemed truly surprised.  "Yup," I said.
"Time flies when your having fun." "Can I see the inside of your RV?  The
only other one I've ever seen is my uncle's and it's tiny." "Sure, come
on." I wondered where this was leading but didn't dwell on it.  We picked
up our chairs, folded them, leaned them against the RV and went in through
the side door.  "This is my living room," I said as we stepped inside.  She
closed the door when she came in.  I pointed towards the front.  "Up there
is where I drive.  There's an extra bed above there..." I pointed to the
table.  "That's my dinning room." I headed back towards the table.  "Back
here is the Kitchen with all the latest appliances." She followed me
through the kitchen.  "In here," I said, knocking on the door.  "is the
bathroom with shower and toilet." I passed it but she stopped and peeked
in. "Oh cool.  This is so cool.  My uncle should get one of these.  His has
a toilet, but no shower.  He said they take up too much room." She closed
the door and I continued.  "Back here is the bedroom." I stepped into the
bedroom and she stood in the door.  "Oh, this is nice.  Is the bed
comfortable?  My uncle's beds all feel like the mattress is about one inch
thick." "This mattress is a regular bed mattress.  The others, like you
said, feel one inch thick." "How many beds are there?" she asked.  "Four in
total.  This one, the one over the cab, the couch can be made into one and
the dining benches can be converted.  You can pop the table top off, lay a
board between the benches, put a mattress on it and it becomes a bed." "So
how many can it sleep?" "The book and the salesman said six, although, I'd
say five comfortably: two in here and then one in each of the other beds.
The salesman swore you could sleep two people above the cab.  I tried
sleeping up there one night.  It was too short for me." As we talked we
headed back out and sat down on the couch.  That's when she became serious.
"Can I ask you a question?" "Of course," I said, not sure what was coming.
"How much would I need to get a ride with you.  From here to California?"
"Money wise?" I asked, wanting to stall.  "Yeah; gas, food and such?"
"Shit, I don't know, maybe a thousand, maybe less if we went straight
through." "I have six thousand in the bank.  It's for college.  If I can
get the money, would you take me with you?" she asked.  "You want me to
give you a ride to California?" "Yes!" she said rather stubbornly.  "You
barely know me.  I don't even know your last name.  Why would you want to
go to California with a near perfect stranger?" "Cuz your here and you're
going there.  My last name is Clark and why not?  I get to see the country,
go to California and you don't have to be alone," She smiled.  "So, would
you?" "Can I think about it?" I asked again, trying to stall.  "I'll have
sex with you!" I blinked.  She didn't; she was serious.  "I'll have sex
with you every night, if you give me a ride to California.  Los Angeles." I
sat there staring at her with my mouth hanging open.  She waited maybe a
minute before she spoke again.  "I can be packed and meet you somewhere
tomorrow afternoon.  What do you say?" I shook my head waiting to wake up
from this dream.  "What about your family?  Your parents?" "Fuck 'em. 
They'll never let me go, not unless I just do it.  I'll call them once
we're away from here, at a place where they can't stop us.  So?" "Give me a
minute here.  I didn't expect this." Actually, yes I did expect it, just
not so quickly or so bluntly.  I figured if I hung around a few days the
topic might come up; I could have led her that way if it didn't.  But this
totally surprised me.  She stood up and started pacing.  "I'll do anything
if you'll give me a ride to LA.  I have to get to LA.  Please?" "I wasn't
planning on going straight through!" I mentioned.  "That's fine.  We can
take as long as you want.  I've waited eighteen years I can wait a few more
days or weeks.  We can stop wherever you want.  Doesn't change anything. 
So?" "You're serious?" "Yes, drop dead serious!" She was too.  "I want to
see a drivers license or birth certificate.  I want proof you really are
eighteen." "Fine.  I'll have it tomorrow.  If I don't, you don't have to
take me.  I don't have my purse with me tonight, anything else?" "I can't
believe I'm doing this.  But okay, if you want to try it, I'm game." She
jumped up and down, screaming and yelling.  She ran over and gave me a hug
and a kiss.  When she finally calmed down she started thinking again.  "We
have to find someplace to meet.  Someplace where I won't have a hard time
explaining why I'm carrying a suitcase.  Umm..." "What about a friends
house?" "No.  If someone finds out, it'll get back to my mother too fast.
It has to be somewhere private.  Where there would be no one." She thought
for a moment.  "I've got it.  I'll tell my mom I'm staying with Shelby for
the weekend.  She's a friend of mine.  I stay over there a lot.  She lives
only a few blocks away from me.  I can walk it.  I've got a suitcase that's
perfect and there's a road that goes through a construction site. 
Tomorrow's Friday, no one will be there after five or so.  You can meet me
there." "I need directions!" I said.  We got her a piece of paper and a pen
and she wrote me out directions to the construction site.  Told me what
roads to use and everything.  She didn't want this huge RV driving by her
house.  They may think it's her uncle.  So I had to take a different road.
It wasn't a big deal though.  After she finished giving me directions she
paced some more.  Wondering if she forgot something.  "We'll have to stop
at the bank to get the money." "The banks will be closed by then," I said.
"Oh damn that's right.  Okay.  Umm.  I know, I'll tell them I want to go to
the mall tomorrow afternoon.  There's a bank branch in the parking lot. 
They'll give me the car.  I can go to the bank.  Get the money, go to the
mall, buy one shirt or something and go home.  It's perfect," she said with
a smile.  "Okay.  You seem to have covered everything.  I'll be at the
construction site by five PM.  If you're not there by six, I'm going to
assume you changed your mind and leave." "That's fine.  I'll be waiting
when you get there." "You're sure you want to do this Missy?" I asked.  I
didn't want to be accused of talking her into something or kidnapping. 
"Yes." She didn't seem to have any doubts.  "Don't worry so much.  You'll
have an ulcer.  I know, my mothers a doctor," she said with a smile.  "So
what now?  Shouldn't you go to your uncles RV?" I asked.  I was getting
tired.  It was almost one in the morning.  "I could, or...  , " She smiled.
"They don't know I'm here.  I could go over, get my bag and come back and
stay here." "If you've got your bag..." "It's just an overnight bag in case
I decided to stay.  My mother didn't tell them I was staying though.  They
will assume I went home with my mother.  They're leaving tomorrow.  They'll
pull out and you can drop me off a few blocks from home.  What do you say?"
"Well, I guess I can't refuse you considering you're going to be a resident
tomorrow." "Yes!" she said and hugged me again.  "Stay here.  I'll be right
back." She took off out the door.  I watched her through the window as she
ran over to her uncles RV, grabbed the overnight bag from near the RV and
then ran back.  Once she was back inside, she shut the door and stood there
breathing hard from running.  "Should I put on my nightgown or just go
naked?" "Girl, you really must slow down.  You can sleep up top tonight," I
said getting rather annoyed with her over zealousness.  "What?  You don't
want to have sex?  Are you gay?" "No I'm not gay.  I also don't have sex
with girls I don't know better." "Oh, a gentleman huh?" "That and I don't
know your real age," I said as I got up and headed for the bedroom. 
"You're welcome to get food or a drink from the refrigerator or whatever if
you want...  I'm going to bed.  Make yourself at home.  The TV works. 
Remote and all." "Thanks.  This is going to be fun." I didn't listen after
that.  I shut the bedroom door, undressed and climbed in bed.