A/N: Sorry about my erratic updating habits. College has been killing me lately what with midterms and my new job with the yearbook. I'll try to update more frequently.

(Glenda's POV)

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Hank Williams, staring down at me from a poster. I sleepily wondered where the hell I was. The bed creaked loudly as I rolled over onto my other side. Dallas Winston was standing in front of the open window, blowing smoke from his cigarette out of it. He turned his head, smirking a little.

"Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty." he said coolly.

Memories flooded back. I was visiting Steve in Tulsa...we went to a drag race...he dropped me off at Buck's road house to spend the night... Dallas showed me up to my room; he'd seemed a little drunk. Out of nowhere, we started making out on the bed and I fell asleep right in the middle of it. How long had he stuck around after that? Or did he even leave?

"You sleep all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Hey, is there a shower here I could use?"

He nodded. "Follow me, honey."

I grabbed my suitcase and vanity case from the floor. We padded down a dingy, dark hallway. The road house was eeriely quiet; I guessed we were the only ones awake. Dallas nudged open a door, revealing a bathroom about the size of a desk. Some guy was passed out on the floor; Dallas dragged him out by his shirt, closing the door behind them. I locked the bathroom door before stripping off my clothes. I grabbed some soap and shampoo out of my vanity case, then turned on the hot water.

As I stepped into the shower, I made a mental note to tell my parents I stayed at a motel. I highly doubt they'd approve of Steve's arrangements, especially Dallas staying in my room all night. I closed my eyes and started shampooing my hair. Somehow, my mind strayed to necking with Dallas; I could almost see his lips coming toward mine, smell the cigarettes and beer on his breath, and feel his hand on my thigh. I'm still not sure what came over me; I'm not the kind of girl who gets busy with someone she barely knows. I chalked it up to a lapse in judgment due to being overtired.

When my hair was rinsed, I stepped out of the shower and looked through my suitcase for a change of clothes. I decided to save my hot-pink polka-dotted sundress for the trip home, then put on a lavendar summer blouse and a pair of denim capri pants. I wiped the steam off the mirror, brushed out my hair, and clipped two sections behind my ears with bobby pins. I shoved my feet in my sneakers before exiting the bathroom with my bags.

Dallas was standing in the hall waiting for me, the guy neither of us knew lay facedown on the floor. I signaled for Dallas to wait a minute while I put my luggage back in my room. When I came back out, I asked, "Is there a phone here?"

"Yeah. There's a, uh, payphone by the bar." he answered.

I started down the stairs, Dallas following.

"You wanna go out for some breakfast?" he asked.

"Yeah, sounds good. Just as soon as I call my parents and let 'em know I got here in one piece," I said.

At the bottom of the stairs, I immediately spotted the phone and headed for it. I dropped some coins in the slot and dialed my phone number. I tapped my fingers on top of the phone as it rang, waiting for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" My dad's voice sounded groggy.

"Hi, Dad, it's Glenda." I said.

"Is everything okay, princess?" he wanted to know.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Dad, I'm sorry I didn't call yesterday when I got in," I apologized. "It's just Steve ended up taking me to a drag race and I didn't get back to my motel room until it was really late. Is Mom up yet?"

I didn't figure she would be; she liked to sleep in on weekends because she didn't have to go to the junior high. I glanced over my shoulder at Dallas; he yawned, folded his arms, and stared at me impatiently.

"No, but I'll tell her you called and you're safe with Steve." I heard a loud bark in the background. "Plato, shut up! I know you're hungry; I'm comin'. Listen, I gotta feed the dog before he wakes up Phoebe and she turns him into a rug." Mom's not exactly Plato's biggest fan; I'm surprised she even let me keep him, to tell you the truth. "I love you, princess."

"And I love you, Dad. Tell Mom I love her too."

"I will." Dad promised.

"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. G'bye." I hung up.

Now Dallas was twirling a key ring around his finger. "C'mon, Buck said we could use his T-Bird."