Free Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey Page B

the sweet rides they’ll need. For
now though, they had to put up with this old rattler.
    I had forgotten, in the
excitement of the moment, to ask the guys where we were actually
going. I was just following these guys, trying to make sure that no
other cars would move lanes in front of me and make me lose them.
Occasionally I’d give a quick glance to the sidecar. I had full
confidence in it as it remained attached, didn’t wobble too much
and the black case itself kept perfectly still. It was a lovely
little journey.
    It was then that the subject of
money came into my head. I’d spent the last of my money on those
helmets. We needed some money for food. I racked my brain for a
good few miles for a solution. I decided that when we came to our
destination, wherever that may be, that I’d ask the guys if I and
Lizzie could do anything for them for money. A tad bit rude and
desperate I know, but hell it was worth a shot!
    We drove on for a little while
more. Then the black van in front pulled into a road which went off
of the main motorway. We followed them. We went around a roundabout
and drove down the turning with the sign which said: Epping. It
wasn’t too long before we found ourselves driving through the
market town of Epping. In look and design it was actually similar
to St.Ians, with the square houses and masses of woodland.
    Soon the van finally stopped in
front of the hotel. It was called the Bell Hotel. Like the motel we
saw before, it was just a long red brick building with many little
windows. We both found parking spaces and parked our vehicles
there. While the lads were getting out of the van, I was beginning
to get the guitar case out. I felt Nick’s hand fall on my
shoulder.
    “ Don’t bother
mate” he said, “Keep it in, you can drive it to the Speakeasy
tomorrow.”
    “ The what?” I
asked,
    “ The Speakeasy
bar” he repeated, “that’s where the gig’s at. Come on, let’s get to
our rooms. Just throw a blanket over it, so no one can see it and
try to nick it. That thing is wedged in so tight, I doubt any pleb
would dare try to take it anyway”
    “ Hold on!”
said Stewie, with a look of concern on his face, “where are they
going to sleep?”
    “ You and Stan
have a room” said Nick, calculating it over in his head, “Zo and
Ritchie are in another and I’m alone. All of the rooms we’ve booked
have two single beds in them, as long as these two don’t mind being
in the same bed, they can sleep in my room.”
    Stewie looked annoyed. He
really wanted to find an excuse to get rid of us. Didn’t work
though did it? As Lizzie was going into the back of the van to look
for a blanket, Stewie looked like he was having a good old sulk. I
remember sulking. I remember sulking over silly things, like my Mum
just told me that my hair looked silly or something. I’d have a
long mope over that! Good that I’ve finally grown out of it.
    I walked over to Lizzie to see
if she needed a hand. She was bent over quite far into the van’s
boot, only her legs showing like an ostrich when it sticks its head
in the ground. It was right then while staring at Lizzie’s lower
half that I noticed something, something that I hadn’t noticed
about Lizzie before. She had an incredible bum. Not just nice but
perfect. It had the right roundness, the right amount, was a
beautiful shape and the temptation to squeeze it became
unbelievable.
    I heard a cough behind me. I
turned around to see the entire band also staring at Lizzie’s arse.
Most of them were nodding in agreement upon the bottom’s beauty,
while Stewie had his hand out flat and moving from side to side to
say he thought it was “ok”. Zo then pointed towards me, gave me a
thumbs up, then created a fist with his hand and mimed: “Cor!”
    “ Ah-ha!”
shouted Lizzie from inside the boot, “I’ve got it”
    She began to remerge from the
boot. At that first sign, all us lads dispersed accordingly. In a
panic we just ran away and scattered