** Read my CS to understand where i'm starting off. **It was around 9am when the older women woke Parker up from his deep slumber.
"Dear, i left you some towels in the bathroom to wash up with. Then when you come out, you can eat some breakfast okay?" said the older woman named Elma.
"Thank you kindly miss." Parker said groggily, with his heavy yet smooth, British Accent.
After the woman left the room, he'd pull the covers off of him and sit up while shaking his head, as the stench of alcohol seeped out from his pores.
"Definitely need a wash...." he'd say to himself, before slowly making his way into the bathroom.
Thirty or so minutes later, Parker had showered, redressed in
a brown t-shirt w/ a pair of jeans, re-made the bed in the guest room he stayed in, and threw his dirty clothes in the large
military-duffel bag he brought with him from London, and had recieved after attending basic training.
"Oh there you are hun, here you go, fresh breakfast." Elma said as Parker walked into the dinning room, and she quickly directed him to sit at the table beside her husband.
The threesome would enjoy their egg and bacon breakfast, and Parker would down multiple cups of coffee, before slipping into his
leather jacket, saying goodbye to Elma, and then following the older man named Carl, on his bike to the complex "Getting On Your Feet.".
It would take nearly half an hour to get to Portland, and once they arrived in the parking lot, Parker would walk over to the man, w/ his duffle bag slung over his back, and hold out his hand.
"Thanks mate, i appreciate it....really." he said, before pulling out a twenty dollar bill and holding it out towards Carl.
"No son, keep that there.....you need it." responded the older man, before shaking Parkers hand and then sitting back inside his truck.
"Good luck in there. And remember, s woman who cheats on ya aint worth drowning your life away in a bottle."Parker would smile at Carls comment, as his truck was started up. He'd then step back, and wave, as the man turned out of complex and headed back down the road.
After securing his
orange '08 Suzuki Hayabusa, and shoving the key in her pocket, he headed towards the main doors......with his duffle bag slung across his back, and the
backpack on the rear of his bike, in his hand.
As he neared the door, he caught a glimpse of a brunette walking ahead of him.
"Oh, let me get that for you there!" said Parker, as he jogged ahead towards the doors and opened them for her.
"I'd be happy to help you with your baggage if need be??" he asked with a smile.
