Tex's Revenge: Military Discipline, Book Two by Loki Renard Read Free Book Online Page B

before cleaning up as best he could with a towel he retrieved from the trunk of the car.
    “Always have your towel nearby,” he winked over the front seat at Zora, who groaned, but smiled a little at the Hitchhiker’s Guide reference. He was being nice, so nice and that was dangerous. He was most dangerous when she felt herself softening towards him, when she felt like maybe, just maybe he could be a friend.
    Tex cleaned up what he could then they got off the main highway and found a small town going by the auspicious name of Bethlehem not too far away. It wasn't much to look at, but it had a few stores, a couple of motels and a car dealership. They checked into a motel aptly named 'Dry Dock Inn', which had seen its heyday sometime in the 1950's judging by the memorabilia which was scattered everywhere it could be scattered. Betty Boop was also prominently placed in several locations, including an almost life sized cut out behind the front desk that threatened to dwarf the proprietor of the establishment.
    “A room please,” Tex said, sliding a credit card across the desk. He had Zora firmly by the hand, making sure she didn't go dashing off anywhere.
    “You want a single or a double?” The motelier was a weathered woman in her sixties who regarded them with a mixture of relief at their custom and suspicion. Her wispy gray hair was tied back in a severe bun and she wore a light yellow checkered blouse with a blue skirt that looked a lot like the one Zora had stuffed into the trash.
    “We won't be staying long,” Tex said. “A single is fine.”
    “Oh it's like that is it?” The woman's lips pursed in undisguised disapproval.
    In spite of being still partially covered in her own vomit, Zora snorted with laughter. She thought they were shacking up for a dirty afternoon. “Don't worry, I'm not going to touch his di...”
    Tex clapped a hand over her mouth. “Please excuse my niece, she's not feeling well. We just need somewhere for her to clean up and take a nap.” He bestowed his most charming smile on the woman and Zora watched her icy demeanor melt away almost immediately.
    “Oh,” the woman's expression brightened. “Well now. I think we have a room that will suit. Suite 3 is on the ground floor, last one on the right.”
    “Thank you kindly ma'am,” Tex said, taking the key she offered. He tugged Zora out of the front office before she could say anything else wildly inappropriate.
    “Uncle?” Zora laughed as she trailed behind him.
    “Sure, why not? It might explain the spanking I'll give you if you speak that way to her again, you foul mouthed little brat.” He slipped the key into the door of the suite and ushered Zora inside the simple room. “Go take a shower,” he said sternly.
    For once, Zora didn't argue.
     
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    In the small motel bathroom covered in seashell wallpaper and gaudy pink accents, Zora showered in a pink plastic shower. Tex was in the main room, but he wasn't wasting any time sitting around waiting for her, as she'd been getting ready to get into the shower she'd heard him on the phone organizing for the car to be properly cleaned at the yard down the street. She was mildly impressed that he'd thought of that. Nothing really phased the man, he was always in control, even when things were going wildly out of control all around him. Hell, she'd fired a gun at his face and it hadn't bothered him at all. What kind of craziness must he have been party to in the past to make him so bomb-proof?
    She raised her face to the water and let it run over her as she soaped herself down, sliding the bar of predictably pink soap down between her breasts and over her tummy. Maybe if they'd met under different circumstances they might actually have been able to be friends. He was funny and he was charming and when he wasn't spanking her, he was pretty gentle too. There was a lot to like about him that was for sure.
    She turned away from the shower head and the warm water dashing against her