The Ranch Motel - Ch. 11 Maid

Jacob feels a wave of relief after the phone call with Izzy. He picks up the underwear and shamefully looks at them, the cum covering the gusset soaking into the material. He walks them back to the bathroom and throws them in the laundry. "Hey, I guess I can't leave dirty laundry at the apartment while we are gone, can I?" he types to Izzy.

He imagines what it would look like if he left the laundry sitting around for 6 months, and he cringes. His mind is filled with images of a small civilization springing up, working its way through the Stone Age into the Bronze Age, only to have their worldviews shattered when they return and use the bathroom.  

He tosses the heap of clothes into the washer. "Laundry sucks," he says, but his excitement to see Izzy motivates him.  

"No, that would be gross, Jacob. Glad to see you doing the laundry," Izzy texts back while lounging on the bed in her motel room. 'I have only been asking him for 2 months if he could help me do the housework.' She looks up at the ceiling.  

Once that's started, he walks out of the laundry room and stands in the kitchen. He looks around and finds it is also a mess. Mountains of unwashed dishes and an overflowing garbage can. "Wow, the kitchen is trashed too; this sucks," he texts her. He starts doing dishes, putting a podcast on, and getting into the groove.

"This distraction is brought to you by the wood wigglers," the calm masculine voice says. "If you're a wood wiggler, you know that modern box store pine is no good for furniture building." There is a pause while the reader drinks something. "Well, that's wrong. 2x10's are often made out of southern pine, a much harder material more suitable to furniture."

An hour and 30 unusual woodworking tricks later, he texts Izzy, "I really let the apartment go, but the dishes are done." He looks around; the floors are dirty, so he vacuums and sweeps. Finally, after 3 hours of cleaning, the apartment is presentable. He sits on his couch and checks his phone.

Izzy has sent back a thumbs up and a list of things she wants packed.  

He starts with Izzy's clothes, packing everything she sent on her list. Including the entire underwear drawer, then he goes to the nightstand and pulls out their small collection of sex toys and lube. It only has a large tentacle dildo, one she had before they met and Izzy's favorite, and a regular one in pink, 8 inches and the same thickness as him. He looks around the drawer for a vibrator, but she must have taken it with her. "What's the first thing we are going to do when I see you?" he asks in a text, feeling more hopeful than he should.

He goes and cleans out his 2005 maroon SUV. It's beat up but reliable. He packs the back seats and the trunk full. Once done, he returns to look around the now half-vacant apartment. "Never liked the carpet anyway," he says and locks the door behind him. He stops 20 feet away from the door and goes back to retrieve the spider plant. "Can't forget you," he says. He checks his phone one last time, and still no response from Izzy. 'She must have gotten busy.'

Jacob climbs into the car and turns the key; it purrs to life, and soon he leaves his hometown. As he turns onto the highway, he is reminded of a memory. Of him as a 5-year-old on a long car ride, his younger brother and he seatbelted into the back seat, his mom taking them camping, or was it to the zoo? He doesn't remember. But he does remember that the ride was long and she had told him to go pee before they left, but he didn't. She was so upset with him when he peed all over the back seat. He was so ashamed that he hadn't gone before they left.  

He takes a drink of his water as he passes someone going slowly on the highway.

It's the next part that haunts him. She diapered him on the side of the road in one of his brother's diapers. The feeling of the soft material and the humiliation of being put back into it is a painful lingering memory for him. Something that always comes up whenever he travels. He tries not to worry about it. "I am older now; I don't need diapers," he muttered to the universe.  

He picks up his phone and texts her one more time, "I am headed that way; see you late tonight."