1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    It was Bonnie’s dad who had instilled in her the love of a good, long road-trip. Her appreciation of the finer things such as a car loaded with snack-food and CDs, rest stops, and the nuances of “roadkill bingo” were all because of him. He enjoyed planning his routes as much as he did just tossing the bags in the trunk on a whim and picking a direction and driving. And Bonnie always went with him. “North American roads have more total distance than the rest of the world combined,” he told her. She wasn’t sure if he was right, but she rarely doubted her dad. “Why fly when you can drive? Stop when you want, where you want, and do whatever you want,” he continued, “Make it an adventure, right?” Bonnie would roll her eyes each time her dad inevitably recited that particular credo sometime about the midway point of every journey. In truth though, she took comfort in hearing him say it. “The devil is in the detours,” he would conclude then smile, pleased with his own turn of the phrase. As she got older, she began to wonder to herself if he had thought it through what that actually meant. Despite that though, Bonnie recited it along with him. “The devil is in the detours.” By the time she was eleven, she was tall enough to sit in the passenger seat beside him --shotgun-- taking the spot where her mother would have been if she were alive. She could tell her dad liked having her up front with him, too. When she turned sixteen and she began to get that itch to take the wheel ...
    herself, her dad decided to reveal to her his “rules of the road-trip” while on their way to a spring vacation in Florida. Some were pretty obvious like pulling over when you feel tired or not to hold a cup of hot coffee between your legs on the car seat. “Roadside motels are fine to stay in,” he said, “But just check for bed-bugs before lying down.” Connie cringed. “Ew.” “And maybe bring a black-light,” he added, grinning like a cat. “You know, wave it over the sheets and carpet…” “Eww!” “… blood stains and all that.” “ Eww - uh ! Dad! That’s disgusting!” “No GPS’s.” The little gadgets were just beginning to gain popularity. Bonnie’s dad shunned them, consider them as cheating. “They’re too A to B, like using a calculator to answer a math equation. They make it too easy to miss all the little bits in between.” He had her open up the map. It unfolded to the size of a small tablecloth blocking her view of the road. He waved his hand over it. “See all those roads, all that terrain and little lakes and things? That’s the good stuff.” The coloured lines of roads criss-crossing all over the place reminded her of veins on a body. It was almost organic. “And no hitchhikers,” he added, “No matter their appearance, or age, or if they’re a woman, a Hobbit, or whatnot…no hitchhikers. Okay, Bonnie?” He didn’t explain any further. His look and his tone of voice told her all she needed to understand. “Sure dad,” she replied and turned her blue eyes back toward the oncoming road. *** Bonnie ...
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