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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This part is pretty short, but I promise the third story will be much longer.

The night at the motel in western Pennsylvania had seen Gerard and Alyssa having such loud sex that the manager had been contacted by other guests to try and request the two cats to quiet down. Gerard had told the manager that they would be more quiet having sex, much to the manager's amazement. The couple, having spent several hours in Gerard's SUV, decided to shower together before returning to bed, having more sex, and drinking the remainder of the six pack of beer. They drifted off into sleep, knowing that they would have to get an early start the next morning.

Morning came, and Alyssa was the first one to arise, seeing that alarm clock next to the bed read 6:23 AM. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get the gritty sands of sleep out of them and turned to her still slumbering boyfriend. Gerard was snoring loudly, as he always did when deep in sleep. Finding the noise almost insufferable, she shook her boyfriend, causing the orange tabby cat to blink his eyes and look at the ginger queen.

"What?" he said, yawning. "Just one more hour, Gingy."

"No," said Alyssa. "Get up and get ready or we're gonna fall behind schedule."

"Fine," said Gerard, grumbling and irritated that he'd been roused from his peaceful sleep. He threw the covers off himself and got up and stretched. Alyssa saw him lift his leg and let out a long, loud gassy fart only inches from her. She covered her nose with one paw and swatted his butt with the other.

"You stinky ass," she said, angry that he would do such a thing in her presence.

"Sorry, Gingy," he said, turning around to face her. "Must have been those chili fries from yesterday."

"No more of those for you," she said, still disgusted by the smell. "You do that in the car with the windows up and I'm going to kick you out."

"And risk getting in a wreck?" he said, scratching his butt. "Wasn't one brush with death enough for you?"

"Just don't far in the car and I won't have to kill you, okay?" said Alyssa, still glaring at him.

"Okay, Gingy," he said, heading for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" said Alyssa.

"Gotta take a dump," said Gerard.

"Not before I use the bathroom," said Alyssa, getting out of bed. "If I have to go in there after you I'm going to risk needing medical attention."

"Very well, Your Majesty," said Gerard, bowing to his girlfriend. "After you."

"Thank you," said Alyssa, glad that she didn't have to be subjected to any more of his smells.

Gerard and Alyssa were checked out of the motel and on the road just after seven o'clock. The young couple were eager to get back out on the road and get closer to their destination, Vermont. The weather was cooler that day, so Gerard had the SUV's windows up and not even the outside vents were on. The two cats took in the view of the Pennsylvanian landscape as they headed east.

"Don't see hills like this back in the north of Indiana," said Gerard as he scanned through the radio to find a suitable radio station.

"Sure don't, said Alyssa. "There it's just cornfields, soy bean fields, trailer parks."

"Don't forget the meth labs too, babe," said Gerard.

"Most of those are in the trailer parks, PK," she said.

"Ah, that's true. Can't watch the local news without seeing yet another meth bust at one of those places. Never understood why anyone would want to use that shit."

"The high must be incredible," said Alyssa.

"I'm never gonna find out," said Gerard. "You see those meth heads, how they look? Their teeth rot, their fur falls out and they get all skinny, like they haven't eaten in weeks. I just don't see the attraction."

"Nor do I. I bet that," she stopped talking.

"What?" said Gerard.

"I'm sorry," said Alyssa. "I was going to say that I bet Miranda has used that stuff, but I don't want to keep talking about your sister. I know that bothers me."

"It's okay, Gingy," he said. "You never have to worry about talking to me about whatever you want. And yes, Miranda has used that stuff. I believe that's actually her drug of choice."

"Wow," said Alyssa. "And she didn't look very good when we were in high school, either."

"She sure didn't," said Gerard. "The only reason she ever got any guys to pay attention to her is because she was such a gigantic slut. She's probably had more cocks in her than McDonald's has made cheeseburgers."

Alyssa erupted into laughter at hearing the comparison. "That's a lot of cocks, PK."

"She's earned the comparison, Gingy," said Gerard, still admiring the gently rolling hills of Pennsylvania. "Like I said yesterday, she ended up just like my mom. I don't know what it is with some people; if it's their environment or maybe they're genetically predisposed to be self-destructive."

"Can't be too much in the genetics department," said Alyssa. "Look at you. You were installing cameras and microphones without anybody knowing they were there in the basement when you were eleven. You always got straight A's and you were never really a discipline problem for your dad or any of your teachers."

"Not to mention I was having hot sex with a beautiful ginger queen when I was that age too," said Gerard, shooting her a smug look of satisfaction.

"You sure were," said Alyssa.

Gerard kept looking at the hills as they drove by. "I tell you, I think I could live here."

"It is gorgeous," said Alyssa. "A lot nicer than Cleveland."

"Don't remind me of that place," said Gerard. The couple had went through that city in Ohio the previous day before deciding to call a rest in their journey in Pennsylvania. "What a sewer."

"I bet Lake Erie is nice though," said Alyssa, thinking about how the city was on the shore of that particular Great Lake.

"Yeah, and Cleveland can all fall into Lake Erie for all I care," said Gerard. "You couldn't pay me enough to live in a place like that. Really, I've never much cared for big cities, even though Indiana certainly is not without its own problems. I just couldn't get used to the traffic, the noise, everybody squeezed together like sardines in a can. No thanks. I'll take the cornfields of our home state any day."

"I guess the lack of big cities is why you wanted to go to Vermont, isn't it?" said Alyssa.

"Sure is," said Gerard. "I've just wanted to go there for such a long time after seeing all those pictures of the little towns, the trees in Autumn and the skiing in winter. It's like something out of a painting. Why go to Florida, where there hot, humid weather, mosquito and hurricanes? And the south of California. No way in hell am I gonna live in some place where you can see the air."

"The smog does look pretty disgusting," said Alyssa. "I know I get sick just seeing it on television."

"Same here," said Gerard. "And the cost of living in those places is outrageous. I know Vermont isn't cheap, but it's at least pleasant."

"What's the capital again?" said Alyssa.

"Montpelier," said Gerard. "And no two people ever seem to say that the same way."

"Is it the biggest city?" said Alyssa.

"Nope. That's Burlington," said Gerard.

"Funny," said Alyssa, scratching her chin. "I always think the largest city of a state is the capital."

"Sacramento, California. Tallahassee, Florida. Springfield, Illinois . . ."

"Okay, okay," said Alyssa. "Good for you for knowing the state capitals that aren't the largest city in that state, smart ass."

"I'll take being called that over being called stinky ass any day," said Gerard.

"I'd rather you be a smart ass than a stinky ass too," said Alyssa. "Just stay away from the chili fries."

"Or I could just get some Beano to help alienate my gas," said Gerard. "I wouldn't want to offend my Gingy's oh so sensitive nose."

"Just don't far in front of me like you did this morning and I won't have to tape your butt shut," said the ginger queen. "I thought I was going to pass out form the smell."

"Whatever," said Gerard. "Like yours don't stink too."

"Not that bad," said Alyssa. "I don't eat that garbage food like you do."

"You make it sound as though I eat out of a trash can like some homeless cat out on the streets," said Gerard. "I just like my spicy, seasoned food."

"Okay," said Alyssa. "Just keep your gas under control, okay?"

"I shall endeavor to do so, my ginger queen," said Gerard. "I promise."

"That's good enough for me," said Alyssa.