My House My RulesChapter 18
The trip was interesting, beyond what a person would expect traveling with eleven women. Discussions revolved around where to stop for lunch (the red headed girl, the creepy king, the golden arches, that place with the stupid name, etc.). Consensus was not soon coming, so Pete told them lunch would be at the first exit they approached when the clock on the dashboard turned to noon. Unsynchronized bladders, none apparently larger than a walnut, became the next serious issue near the Tappan...