Rose Palms Motel - Room 241
9:29pm
Russel and Miranda had just gotten married. The reception was terrible, there had been a fight between Miranda's father and Russie's uncle. She was mad at Russ on the way up to the motel for not having control over the fight. The only thing Russel could think to say was "Sorry babe, but Uncle Joey is crazy." That wasn't just it, though. Russel knew his uncle well. He knows that when Joey gets into a fight, he fights EVERYBODY! The people trying to break up the fight, the innocent bystanders, the preists, nuns--you name it! Russel didn't want to be apart of that. Not on his wedding day. It was good that he took Miranda by the hand and nearly dragged her across the parking lot to their orange 1921 Volvo and peeled off further into Jersey. This wasn't their honeymoon, no. Mr. Mitchell, Miranda's dad, paid for them to go to Hawaii. The motel was just a pit stop, though Miranda called it a pig stuy. She never saw the bright side of the situation. Here they were, in this lovely three star motel room, she in her wedding dress and he in his...tuxedo, and all she could do was complain when they first arrived. Well, doesn't matter anyways, she's ain't mad no mores. Not since I popped that Champie-Aiyn bottle cork! Russel's a smart guy, he really is.
Ten minutes later. A bunch of random wedding feathers and a few sips of alcohol and these two love birds were ready for the world. This was Russel's big night. He had waited ten years for Miranda and now it was finally going to happen. She almost had a look of defiance and evil as she took her abstinence ring off and hurled it across the room. Russel realized, after the fact, that the look on her face was seduction. Miranda wasn't too good at seduction. Still--they kissed. To them, their kisses were passionate. Full of love and...well, passion. But others found their kisses quite repulsive. Between Russel with his Swallow-Her-Face technique and Miranda with her Don't-Get-His-Tongue-Caught-In-Your-Braces method...honestly, these two were meant for each other. Russ slipped out of his light blue tux jacket and threw himself on the uncomfortable bed. It definitely looked more comfortable than it actually was. There was absolutely no bounce to it. You ever have that prank pulled on you, where someone removes a chair from right under you before you sit in it? Yeah, this was like someone pulled the bed from under Russ. Except he landed on rocks. His back ached, but he couldn't show it. He couldn't ruin the moment. Everything was going according to plan! Of course, until there was a knock at the door of the motel room next door.
It was loud and commanding. It startled Miranda who was having serious trouble getting out of her wedding dress. The heart that popped out like a 3D IMAX screen was holding the whole dress up. She couldn't figure out how to unstrap it. Her mother had done it for her this morning. She thought at the last second that maybe it might be sexy to have Russie undo it for her, but then she thought that it may turn into a disaster. She could just picture Russie hitting himself in the face trying to pull at the back fof the heart with all of his might, meanwhile tightening the strap around Miranda's torso. She shook the thought away with a frustrated sigh. She was concentrating real hard when the knock next door boomed her back into reality. "Open up, its the police!" She ran over to the brief case by the door and pulled out her gun. "Russie," Miranda panicked, "what are we gonna do?" Russel looked as his new wife with large eyes. "Honey, I thought we said no guns on the honey moon!" Russel complained. He stood up, more turned on than ever. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her hard. Miranda got so excited, she let off a bullet into the floor! "Uh oh..." The couple said at the same time. Now they were in some real trouble.
...TO BE CONTINUED!
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