The Drifter Ch. 7
A drifter meets the shy granddaughter on a farm and unleashes her hidden sexuality
As I drove along Route 66 past various stores, restaurants, and billboards, we were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. I knew Avalon was about forty miles from the Black Mountains and that we'd soon be there. Carla held my map on her lap while we drove past the sparse vegetation, mostly Joshua Trees, sagebrush and odd shaped cactus. Bronze colored hills rose from the flat land. Carla studied the map, moving her finger. “Lo...