All quiet in Joplin
Добавлено: Вс янв 15, 2023 5:05 pm
Russian version
Turmoil dropped suddenly from the clouds. Yes, it was like a snowfall on the prairies in June.
But let's go in order and plunge into history.
I had to stay at a motel on the edge of Joplin. It wasn't about business, just only to take a break en route. However, our Mother Road 66 became so impressive, that I could name it "Route 666."
Anyway, my Grand Caravan was covered from floor to ceiling with boxes of goods, I parked my car near the room from which I got the key. Pivate bath, air conditioner, everything was incredible, but the interieur really plunged me into the atmosphere of the seventies or even the sixties. It looked like a stylization.
I saw in the window some people who wandered back and forth and I wondered to know what they were doing outside their rooms. Obviously, they were revolving around some center.
Finally I figured out that it could be a utility room where the clients took blankets, those were absent in the rooms. Some kind of fashion of the sixties - go and bring the bedding! Why not? I just had to find this mysterious utility room.
"Hello, hello - is there anybody here? Well, if you're not, you're not, this train is leaving the station! So, I'll take the blanket on my own!" I thought, going into a small room, where inctedible things awaited me. I really need to tell you about them.
There was someone who threw a blanket over me and pulled me on on the gray linoleum floor. Moreover, I felt like my hands were tied with probably a sheet, then my pants and underpants were pulled off. Finally, I felt painful blows to my ass.
As a child I was a good boy that's why my parent weren't beaten me. So I had no idea about the device, used by attackers - maybe a belt, or maybe a whip, but clearly not a palm.
The worst thing happened when I was rolled onto my back and the invisible scoundrel started to beat me on my stomach and other private body parts, including the balls. Several good hits made me yell like Tarzan, oh my God! But the sounds were almost completely drown out by a cotton blanket thrown over my face. Otherwise, the whole district would be here.
The action stopped as quickly as it began, the hooligans untied my hands and jumped silently out of the room.
I laid on the floor for a long time, swallowing the air that was lacking during the flagellation.
"Oops! Okay! We won't respect ourselves if we dont punish these squirts in a brutal way!" Steve fired up when I told him about my yesterday's adventure.
We three were sitting near soda machines in a cozy cafe at a gas station. My old college friend, with whom I was in personal contact for years, this morning arrived not alone, but with his bride.
Where did he find such a pleasant, humble brunette? Of course she did not know all the details of my shame, because Steve sent her in a timely manner to buy cigarettes.
"Just tell me, should we call the policе," I signed in confusion.
"I don’t think it’s a good idea," my friend grumbled, shaking his head.
Turmoil dropped suddenly from the clouds. Yes, it was like a snowfall on the prairies in June.
But let's go in order and plunge into history.
I had to stay at a motel on the edge of Joplin. It wasn't about business, just only to take a break en route. However, our Mother Road 66 became so impressive, that I could name it "Route 666."
Anyway, my Grand Caravan was covered from floor to ceiling with boxes of goods, I parked my car near the room from which I got the key. Pivate bath, air conditioner, everything was incredible, but the interieur really plunged me into the atmosphere of the seventies or even the sixties. It looked like a stylization.
I saw in the window some people who wandered back and forth and I wondered to know what they were doing outside their rooms. Obviously, they were revolving around some center.
Finally I figured out that it could be a utility room where the clients took blankets, those were absent in the rooms. Some kind of fashion of the sixties - go and bring the bedding! Why not? I just had to find this mysterious utility room.
"Hello, hello - is there anybody here? Well, if you're not, you're not, this train is leaving the station! So, I'll take the blanket on my own!" I thought, going into a small room, where inctedible things awaited me. I really need to tell you about them.
There was someone who threw a blanket over me and pulled me on on the gray linoleum floor. Moreover, I felt like my hands were tied with probably a sheet, then my pants and underpants were pulled off. Finally, I felt painful blows to my ass.
As a child I was a good boy that's why my parent weren't beaten me. So I had no idea about the device, used by attackers - maybe a belt, or maybe a whip, but clearly not a palm.
The worst thing happened when I was rolled onto my back and the invisible scoundrel started to beat me on my stomach and other private body parts, including the balls. Several good hits made me yell like Tarzan, oh my God! But the sounds were almost completely drown out by a cotton blanket thrown over my face. Otherwise, the whole district would be here.
The action stopped as quickly as it began, the hooligans untied my hands and jumped silently out of the room.
I laid on the floor for a long time, swallowing the air that was lacking during the flagellation.
"Oops! Okay! We won't respect ourselves if we dont punish these squirts in a brutal way!" Steve fired up when I told him about my yesterday's adventure.
We three were sitting near soda machines in a cozy cafe at a gas station. My old college friend, with whom I was in personal contact for years, this morning arrived not alone, but with his bride.
Where did he find such a pleasant, humble brunette? Of course she did not know all the details of my shame, because Steve sent her in a timely manner to buy cigarettes.
"Just tell me, should we call the policе," I signed in confusion.
"I don’t think it’s a good idea," my friend grumbled, shaking his head.
