As much as you wanted to check on your wife, you decided there were more pressing concerns. Hoping that she would have enough treats to last her for a while, you set out into the town. As happy as you were sure Ashley would be, you really couldn't stay in a McDonald's for the days until your car was fixed. So you needed somewhere to stay. Ideally somewhere that would be able to accomodate the super-sized.
So you hit the pavement, not exactly sure where you were going, and with no signal on your phone to look up a map. After a minute or two of walking, though, you were kind of glad that you weren't looking at a screen. At a strolling pace, you could really appreciate the fact that the town was seriously pretty. The old cobbled streets and stone buildings lent it a rustic charm, as though it had come straight out of a medieval painting.
Maybe not quite so medieval, you thought, as you passed a brightly lit burger shop, the tacky sign clashing oddly with the stonework it was attached to. Actually, the more you looked, the more you saw similar things. Hair salon, takeaway, takeaway, bookies, takeaway, off-license, bank, takeaway........guess that's Scotland for you. You smiled wryly to yourself. No matter how long you would be here for, it was unlikely that Ashley would be short on eateries to sate her appetite for greasy burgers and sugary treats.
Eventually, you found a decent-looking hotel, the refreshingly rustic sign above the door procaliming it to be The Hog's Retreat. Inside, it was just as quaint, wooden beams lining the cielings, old-fashoined rugs over polished wooden flooring. You were so distracted by the architecture as you approached the desk, you didn't even notice the girl sat there until you heard a timidvoice call out.
"Sir?"
"Hm?" You looked down towards the voice, and almost did a double-take. Because the owner of said voice didn't even look to be in her twenties, and she couldn't have been under 400 punds. Messy, blonde hair tied in a bun, her young, chubby face looked at you enquiringly. You collected yourself after a moment, but not before noticing that the girl's black blouse was clearly struggling to contain her globular gut, and it was showing off a decent amount of cleavage. Clearing your throat, you reminded yourself of why you were there. "Uh, hi. My wife and I....our car broke down, and we kind of need a room for a few days while it gets fixed. DO you....have any?"
"Oh, sure! Let's seeeee........Okay, we've got two standard rooms available, at £39 per night, or there's the honeymoon suite, for £50 per night. Both of them come with breakfast, but the honeymoon comes with room service."
Debating momentarily, you decided on the Honeymoon suite. Dropping your first £50 as a deposit, you thanked the girl, and went to collect Ash. As you left, you couldn't help but notice her unwrap a family-sized chocolate bar.
After a 5 minute walk back to the McDonald's, you found Ashley........
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