The blonde haired man drove for three days straight. He drove until he reached the tiny Washington town of Forks. Thankfully, no one had recognized him. Once he arrived in Forks, he drove through the town and was shocked at how tiny it was.
"Why did I choose this place?" he groaned. "Oh, right. Anonymity." He sighed and pulled up to a broken down motel. Parking the car he stole, he went inside.
"Welcome to the Forks Motel," said an older man.
"I'd like to check in."
"For an hour, the night or long term?"
"We'll need the first week's rent as a deposit," he explained.
"Two hundred, cash or credit."
"Cash," the blonde man said as he paid. The proprietor handed him a key and he went to his room. He stripped out of his clothes and fell into the musty, mildew bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep. And he slept for days. Driving for an exorbitant amount of time will do that to you. He only got up when his stomach wouldn't stop snarling. He put on his clothes and drove to a local bar. He sat down at a table in the corner, watching the entrance.
"Hello. Welcome to Fork's Tavern. I'm Lauren, your server. Can I get you something to drink?" she
asked, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She was pretty, but had a harshness to her stance and face. He smiled and ordered a beer. She sashayed back to the bar and looked at him with a seductive grin.
I need some pussy. Perhaps she'll put out.