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Logan sighed as he looked at the bed. He just couldn't believe his eyes. It was the last thing he ever expected to happen. The first thing he thought about was that damn Cajon. It made him want to cry.
It all stared with Marie wanting to go on a road trip. They had been dating for about 10 months, ever since he had gotten back after a year on the road. He had come back thinking he was gonna give her more time to grow up only to realize that she was grown and that if he did not hurry that damn Cajun was gonna steel her right out from under him. So when she wanted to go in the trip he was all to happy to take her away to be alone and get away from that damn Cajun for a few months. He hated that Remy Kid and his thousand different sets of cloths bet he couldn't even go anywhere with out a ton of luggage. He had teased her about not being able to pack all of her the stuff she would need in a duffel, but he knew she would find a way to make it all work like she always did.
He soon found himself packing to go with Marie. The sooner they left the sooner that the damn Cajun could find a new girl. He started putting everything he would need on the bed he got jeans, shirts, boots and sox. He was about to put it all in the bag when he got to thinking maybe he needed some dress cloths incase he wanted to take her somewhere nice, that made him think about more cloths shorts for running, swimming trunks, more sox, maybe some aftershave, and shaving cream. The list went on and on. Finally he finished and stared to fill his bag. In no time at all it was full, so he went and got another surprised that he needed one at all. Later he needed another and another. Finally he finished and stared in disbelief. His bed was piled high with 6 full duffels. He thought he was gonna die at the realization that he was just like that Damn Cajun.
Just as he was deciding what to do and how to kill the Cajun for this Marie walked in. She looked at the bed and all the bags, shrugged her shoulders, grabbed the closest bag, and said "Come on Sugar I got your bag." He should have known she would make it work just like she always douse.
Logan sighed as he looked at the bed. He just couldn't believe his eyes. It was the last thing he ever expected to happen. The first thing he thought about was that damn Cajon. It made him want to cry.
It all stared with Marie wanting to go on a road trip. They had been dating for about 10 months, ever since he had gotten back after a year on the road. He had come back thinking he was gonna give her more time to grow up only to realize that she was grown and that if he did not hurry that damn Cajun was gonna steel her right out from under him. So when she wanted to go in the trip he was all to happy to take her away to be alone and get away from that damn Cajun for a few months. He hated that Remy Kid and his thousand different sets of cloths bet he couldn't even go anywhere with out a ton of luggage. He had teased her about not being able to pack all of her the stuff she would need in a duffel, but he knew she would find a way to make it all work like she always did.
He soon found himself packing to go with Marie. The sooner they left the sooner that the damn Cajun could find a new girl. He started putting everything he would need on the bed he got jeans, shirts, boots and sox. He was about to put it all in the bag when he got to thinking maybe he needed some dress cloths incase he wanted to take her somewhere nice, that made him think about more cloths shorts for running, swimming trunks, more sox, maybe some aftershave, and shaving cream. The list went on and on. Finally he finished and stared to fill his bag. In no time at all it was full, so he went and got another surprised that he needed one at all. Later he needed another and another. Finally he finished and stared in disbelief. His bed was piled high with 6 full duffels. He thought he was gonna die at the realization that he was just like that Damn Cajun.
Just as he was deciding what to do and how to kill the Cajun for this Marie walked in. She looked at the bed and all the bags, shrugged her shoulders, grabbed the closest bag, and said "Come on Sugar I got your bag." He should have known she would make it work just like she always douse.