Paul asks from over the passenger seat. “Are you really that excited about seeing the blue whale?” “What?” I turn to Paul, who looks irritated. “Oh yeah, the blue whale, super excited man.” Honestly, I could give two shits about the blue whale, which according to Paul and the history lesson he gave us an hour ago, the blue whale is the most iconic attraction on Route 66 because of its size and value it offered to families traveling in hot cars all day. Attached to the Davis pond in Catoosa, Oklahoma, the blue whale used to be a swimming hole of fun for tourists of all ages. Nope, the whale is the last thing on my mind right about now. All I can think about are the leggings Marley is wearing and the tight top she decided to put on after she took my flannel off. Well, that and the fact that a few hours ago I had her boobs in my mouth and her hands dancing through my hair, pulling me closer to her. When Paul asked me to go get the doughnuts, I wasn’t even expecting Marley to be awake, but the minute I saw her in my flannel, twirling around and spraying my cologne, my vision became black and all I could focus on was not mauling her up against the wall of the RV.
