Hell on Wheels

In the course of the road a lot of things can be seen.... We were going up a street amid several mounts, I feared for my friend's drunk, the streets were too close to a ravine.

On the way we found an ugly accident, the car was stuck between columns on the sidewalk in a closed curve, I remembered the scene from the movie 'The Doors' with the dead Indians on the road, the ambulance was already helping.

We stopped at a restaurant up ahead, it was an all illuminated bar, it smelled like an old whiskey, we sat at the counter and ordered a beer, hot beer, but that was just what it had at that point of the night, I didn't demand much, I noticed that there were many women walking close by, it's hard to resist to a blonde who didn't take long to pass close by, “I've never seen you around here” she said, the woman who was serving the bar looked to a corridor beside indicated by an arrow-shaped trident, I didn't think much and we went to one of the rooms, with no waiting she threw me on the bed and ripped out my shirt and jeans – motherfucker, tore my shirt, thankfully I was with the jacket –, the woman was dying to give, she started to suck me without pity – I almost cum on her mouth – I put her on doggy and banged her hard until I heard a shooting “it's my husband!!” she screamed at the same moment he broke down the door and if it wasn't for Paul to hold him from behind, he could have shot me. Without even wearing my jeans I ran outside – of course I didn't forget the jacket – I still was able to steal a bottle of vodka that the barmaid served on the way, I jumped in the car and then my friend, we left setting fire on the track.

I took another sip of tequila wearing just the jacket and getting the wind of the night dying of laughing... The shot smashed the back window of the car... What was made of the woman from the bar?