Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2004 01:08:12 -0500
From: Alana Montgomery <alana_montgomery@email.com>
Subject: Must Find Jose Part III

This story is the sole property of the writer.  This is intended for
readers 18 years and up in age.  If you are caught reading this, it's not
my problem.  I hope you enjoy this and please email me at
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Must Find Jose
By Alana Montgomery


Part III


The next day, they woke up and checked out of the motel. As they were
driving in Jose's car, the song "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman started playing
on the radio.  "Oooh I like that song," George said.  Jose turned the radio
up using the controls on the steering wheel.  They both started singing
together and off key:
         You got a fast car
         I want a ticket to anywhere
         Maybe we can make a deal
         Maybe together we can get somewhere

         Anything is better
         Starting from zero got nothing to lose
         Maybe we'll make something
         But me myself I got nothing to prove

         You got a fast car
         And I got a plan to get us out of here
         I been working at a convenience store
         Managed to save just a little bit of money
         We won't have to drive too far
         Just 'cross the border and into the city
         You and I can both get jobs
         And finally see what it means to be living

         You see my old man's got a problem
         He lives with the bottle that's the way it is
         He says his body's too old for working
         I say his body's too young to look like his
         My mama went off and left him
         She wanted more from life then he could give
         I said somebody's got to take care of him
         So I quit school and that's what I did

         You got a fast car
         But is it fast enough so we can fly away
         We got to make a decision
         We leave tonight or live and die this way

         I remember when we were driving driving in your car
         The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
         City lights lay out before us
         And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
         And I had a feeling that I belonged
         I had a feeling that I could be someone, be someone, be someone

         You got a fast car
         And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
         You still aint got a job
         And I work in a market as a checkout girl
         I know things will get better
         You'll find a job and I'll get promoted
         We'll move out of the shelter
         Buy a big house and live in the suburbs

         You got a fast car
         And I got a job that pays all our bills
         You stay out drinking late at the bar
         See more of your friends then you do of your kids
         I'd always hoped for better
         Thought maybe togehter you and me would find it
         I got no plans I anint going nowhere
         So take your fast car and keep on driving

         You got a fast car
         But is it fast enough so you can fly away
         You got to make a decision
         You leave tonight or live and die this way

Jose turned the radio down when the song was over and turned to George and
said, "I got a fast car, I can take us to anywhere.  Where do you want to
go?"

"I have a credit card, lets stay at some place better than the Motel 6,"
George said with a smirk.  The drove for another hour until they passed a
sign that said "Now Entering Nevada".  Further on, they saw a sign that
said, "Las Vegas 92 MI".  The decided to drive to Las Vegas.  They reached
Sin City and night fall and decided to check into the Venetian.  They drove
up to the doors where Jose gave the keys to a Valet and they walked inside.

"I just thought of something," Jose said.

"What is that," George asked.

"Your car is still in Arizona," he said.

"We can always go back and get it", George said.

They walked up to the counter and rented a two room suite with a king sized
bed.  The clerk handed George the room key and they took the elevator to
the eighth floor and went to room 812 and crashed on the bed.

The next morning while George was in the shower, Jose picked up the phone
and dialed home.  It rang several times until it reached a voicemail
message with his mother's troubled voice that said, "Thank you for calling
the Hernandez Residence.  Right now we must find Jose, our son.  He's
missing.  If you have any information about him, please leave a message at
the tone."  He abruptly hung up the phone then lowered his head in his lap
and started sobbing.

George walked into the room completely naked, drying his hair. He noticed
Jose crying and sat next to him and wrapped his arms around him.  Jose
leaned his head against George's smooth muscular chest and continued
crying.

"What's wrong", George asked.

"Promise you'll never let me go", Jose said.

George responded by tightening his embrace.  Jose reached his hand down and
started strking up and down George's shaft until we was to his full 8
inches.  He ran his index finger around the rim of his head and this action
sent shockwaves through George.  Sone George started to leak. He spread the
warm liquid allover the head with his finger.  George thrusted his hips as
Jose stroked.  Soon enough, George errupted all over Jose's hand.  They
both went in to restroom and showered together and fooled around some more.

END OF PART III