After persistent searching, I found the boarded-up 10-unit, 1950s vintage motel sitting by itself behind a dense grove of trees on a deserted stretch ...of the ‘old road’. Abandoned for several years because the area had been bypassed by the interstate, it was five miles from the nearest civilization. Civilization in this case was just a truck stop on the new highway consisting of a gas station, convenience store and a couple of fast food restaurants. The fact that the motel was about equidistant. When Julie's Dad saw things were getting heated he stood up from the table. "Alright you two, before you start having sex right here on the table your mother and I are going to the greenhouses for a bit. Have a good time and we will be back to make dinner in a few hours."Julie still wasn't slowing down with the kissing so I responded with a thumbs up.As they gathered their stuff and started walking out the door Julie's mom turned around, "Stephen you're more than welcome to stay for dinner and. I mean if I were your husband, and able to make love to your beautiful body, I could put up with eating one person's shit each day."I had to smile to myself at this. I knew for a fact that if we did marry, he would eat more shit than he ever dreamed of. I would make sure we lived close to his family, so that they could continue to use him, and in addition he would have to put up with being used by my family and friends. Also, I would make quite sure he would never be permitted to come, let. I gave Gypsy some space to collect herself and showered in the guest bathroom. When I came out, Gypsy was standing in front of her full length mirror, examining her outfit, which looked like a million bucks. She had pearl earrings, a single strand pearl necklace and pearl rings on the index finger of each hand. The black chiffon dress she had on barely made it to mid thigh and hugged her body like I would if I was her dress. Small spagetti straps held the plunging neckline in place. Black heels.