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Chapter 7

The next morning, Sydney awoke to the sound of coffee percolating and rattling of pots and pans in the kitchen. When she heard that he was awake, she yelled out that she had drawn him a bath and hung fresh clothes that she thought he could wear over the door for him to put on. He grabbed the clothes and went into the kitchen and told her that he would not wear clothes left behind by other men that she had fucked, then he demanded to know what happened to his clothes. All she could do was laugh at him while pointing out the window, at his clothes drying on the clothesline. She explained that she used to run a shelter for wayward travelers in the city before she was forced to leave her home. She told him that the clothes were donated by different charitable organizations, and it was okay for him to take as much as he liked.

The metal tub was too small for him to sit in, so he stood in it and washed his body. Trudy hid behind the door and watched him as he sponged his tall muscular body, and she wished that she could be the suds that clung to his long thick dick. He knew that she was there, so he called her in to help him bathe, which she was more than happy to do. He told her to get undressed, and they made love on the bathroom floor.

There was something about her that made him tell her the truth about what he planned to do, which was to steal what he needed to survive. He told her that he had to come up with a way to get rid of Lewis without being caught. Since he was the newest face in town, they would be looking for him. She told him that she would assist him in getting rid of anyone who had crossed him, but he had to follow her instructions.

She told him that her shelter was burned down to the ground to cover up the murder of a young woman on her way to Florida to be with her husband, and they never found out by who or why she was murdered. It was rumored throughout town that Trudy’s husband had raped the woman and murdered her to keep her from talking, and when Trudy saw the dead woman, she herself burned her place out of rage. None of it could ever be proven, so she got away with it, forcing her to live a hermit life because her husband was long gone. Some claimed that she murdered him as well.

For the first time in Sydney’s life, he was able to walk around without looking over his shoulders, but there were still days when he thought about Earl. He knew that since so much time had passed by, and Earl was no one of importance, he was safe. Never the less he found himself worried when he saw police officers or bounty hunters around town.

Several months had passed, and he and Trudy was getting along very well. They shared their dreams and hopes with one another. On cool nights, they would take long walks down the tracks. Sometimes they would hop in an empty railcar and have sex just for the thrill of it. Sydney had become a much calmer man since meeting her, and he drank less whiskey, which was why she was able to convince him to stay with her. They were two of the same, rejected by the world.