An Evening At The Gates Motel“Where the hell is this GPS taking me?” Suzie complained as she pushed her flaming red hair out of her face.
The small black box on her dashboard as a GPS unit. Against her better judgement she followed its instructions and left the interstate. Now she was driving on a tiny road lined on both sides by a thick line of trees.
“I swear to god I hear banjos.” She bitched to no one as she adjusted the white tank top she wore over her large chest. She was tempted to turn around and go back but her GPS never steered her wrong before so she was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.
“Finally! Signs of life!” She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered a tiny town. Trees gave way to rows of run down looking homes. A small gas station with an attached diner was up ahead. Suzie checked her gas gauge. Her car was low on fuel and she was hungry so she pulled in.
An old man was sitting in a rocking chair o