He glanced over at his traveling companion. The piece of pie had gotten pretty well torn up between being cut, shoved into the foam carton, and Peter’s long walk back to the motel room, but it tasted fantastic. Xnx “This is it,” Peter said, checking the room number on the door against the room number on the key. “So, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything but roast beef.”
Both laughed. Peter surprised Angie with two pieces of pie, one Dutch Apple and the other a Boston Cream. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Doesn’t matter. He found it hard to believe that someone so young and so pretty could be so jaded this early in life. It was nothing but token resistance. She didn’t even try to get him to stop. “I don’t doubt you feel sticky, being tucked under all those covers all night.” Peter shook his head
