Sizing them up, Mel ignored them. As the older woman saw the piece of shit begin to push its way out of her ass, she began to struggle violently. She decided in an instant that they weren’t a threat, but she knew if they tried anything that she’d have some fun at their expense. “Life is good” she thought to herself, as she opened the office door to the motel. That had the effect that Mel was hoping for. Most teenagers are convinced that they’re invincible. The first step was to drop off the grid. Off to the side was an old motel, made from cinder block, with burned out neon lights and an air of quiet despair. Usually she didn’t even need to speak with them, just being close by was enough. Mel slipped into the only toilet stall that still had a door in it, and closed the door behind her.
