When they passed Eighth there was more traffic, but as drunk as he appeared, Billy guided the big car through the maze of slow-moving vehicles. "Damned tourists. Opryland oughta have a good business today.”

When they crossed the Interstate overpass, Billy wheeled the big caddie to the left, and then onto the ramp of the interstate. He drove to Murfreesboro Road, then turned off and pulled into the Southern Breeze Motel.

"What you looking for, Sue Belle?" Billy asked when they were inside the room.

"You mean in the future, or right now?”

"Both, I reckon," he said, pouring himself a water glass of whiskey from a bottle he had on the dresser. He downed half the glass in one larger swallow, then he sat it down and said, "I'm gonna take a shower. I feel like I been sleeping in a manure pile. And, I probably smell like it, too." He turned towards the shower, but said over his shoulder, "We'll talk some more later.”

"Can I take one, too?" The thought of a nice hot shower appealed to Sue Belle. She had never felt so dirty in her life.

"Hell yes. Come on in with me.”

"I'll wait," she said. Her voice had a nervous tone in it.

Billy merely shrugged and started undressing. "I wasn't gonna rape you in the shower anyway.”

Sue Belle leaned back in the softness of the chair and studied him. Billy was not tall, but he still towered over her a good foot. Although he did have a muscular frame, there was a certain amount of flab around his midsection. When he slipped out of his jockey shorts and stood with his back to her, Sue Belle caught a glimpse of his nude body in the mirror of the dresser. In the mass of pubic hair that covered his pelvic area, his male organ looked about as big as a thimble. She almost giggled. He'd certainly have a helluva time screwing her with that tiny thing. Heck, it wouldn't even pop her hymen, she decided. He'd probably have to use his finger first to clear the way.