"Pull over," Lee said.
"Well, you want to drive or somethin? I can only pull over as fast as my body will let me, Lee."
"Yeah, sorry. But I have to piss like a race-horse eating asparagus."
"Well don't be rude to the unsuspecting about it."
"I'll try my best. But when a man has to piss, you best not get in his way. Crossing the rubicon, as they say."
"They say that about pissing?"
"I have no idea."
Angie pulled over at Road House. It was a large ramshackle, wooden affair with two swinging doors in the front and a neon sign that wasn't lit up that said ROAD HOUSE. The neon light in the right swinging door said OPEN. There was only one car parked out front, a rusted shell of an old Chevy. Lee leaned forward and looked at the ramshackle-hilly-billy-abode.
"Do they rape us before or after we eat?"
Angie smacked Lee in the shoulder, "Shut up."
"Ouchie, yew hurt meh, Angieee." Lee mock-whined.
Lee opened his door and got out, so did Angie. She put the keys in her jean-pocket. She wore a pink tank-top, with a sport's bra underneath to draw any attention she could to "the girls in the front" and her hair was down. She had beautiful brown eyes. Lee was in shorts and a tank shirt that showed off his big arms. He slammed his car door.
"Let's roll, brah." he said. They went up to the ramshackle doors and he dropped chivalry and went through first.
YOU ARE READING
The Cannibal House
HorrorOn the way home from college, Lee makes his sister, Angie, stop at an old diner simply called ROAD HOUSE so he can go to the bathroom. Bonus, there's a creepy patron. And there might be more on the menu than just cow meat... Sometimes, the drive ho...
