That's all anyone knows you by now-a-days and that's just fine. It's not like anyone you know wants to know your real name anyway with the exception of your family, and family really is everything. Your brother just had a son, and you went to say hello.
A few years ago you and some "friends" robbed a bank. They were stupid and blew it all on drugs and cars, getting them caught quickly. You were smart, you just used it to fix up your motorcycle then have been only spending it little by little as you and your bike explore the roads. You're big and strong, a grizzled bad boy that women cream looking at as you hit all the right notes for the fantasy.
Pulling over, you had hit the bathroom to use an electric razor you keep in a saddle bag to take off a layer of stubble. The fact that someone else has come in behind you isn't a surprise. The fact that it's a woman is a bit of a surprise until she opens her mouth. A short haired blonde, her skin is tanned and he's got to be a young college student.
"Mister?"
"Name's Copperhead." you remark with a smirk as you keep turned around.
"Mister Copperhead," she continues without skipping a bit, "I'm kind of low on gas money."
"Not giving out hand-outs kid."
"Not looking for one. I was thinking that if you go into that stall over there I'd suck your cock for a hundred bucks." |