The road beckons...

I had perhaps a few too many drinks that night. I drifted off to sleep, my head spinning, only to woken up by her an hour later...

I felt her hand on my chest, her forehead snuggle into my shoulder. Then she ran her leg up against mine and purred.

Yes. Agnes had had too much to drink that night too, and the look of wide eyed terror on my face meant that no matter what horrors might be waiting for me on the open road, it was time to go.


ps: Agnes insisted that I make it clear that she was unconscious while this happened, but I have no way of confirming that. believe what you will. you've all seen the way she looks at me.