“How's my driving?”

They drove for hours. Sometimes meandering through jams of abandoned cars and other times pushing the van up to 70 on the open interstate. Diving the van was one of the first things Mary taught Joshua when she took him in. Still, he preferred it when she drove, taking secret pleasure in watching her tits bounce whenever they hit a pothole.

The day was half over when they saw the first signs for a rest area.

“Oh, we should stop there! I remember this one had vending machines that one time I drove through here.” Mary changed lanes, still using her turn signal.

“Sounds like a plan,” Joshua replied, “if there are any cars I can top off our gas. Plus it wouldn't hurt to stretch a bit.”

A strip of pavement curved off the interstate, ran by shaded tables, a restroom facility, and uncut grass before rejoining the interstate. Sparse cars were dotted along its length. The van came to a stop in the middle of the pavement. Mary didn't feel like parking.

“I'll check out those vending machines near the bathroom,” Mary pointed.

“Sounds good. I'll top up our gas and check these cars out. Might be sometime good.”

“Good luck sweetie.” Mary leaned over and planted a wet kiss on Joshua's cheek. The duo grabbed their backpacks and went hunting.

Joshua had just refilled the van when he heard glass breaking. It was Mary using a rock to burgle the vendors. Joshua did a final search while she scooped up her candy hoard. Gas was easy to siphon and none of the cars looked like they had anything worth knocking out a window for. He walked between the picnic tables more for exercise than loot.

He almost didn't notice it. Only out of the corner of his eye, by a chance turn of the head, did he catch a glimpse. There, in a perpetually shadowed corner of table, lay an almost full baggie of weed. Joshua had never seen weed before but he had watched enough cop shows, before, to know this was the real thing. For all he knew it was high quality too. Bright green plant matter stared at him, his face reflected by the plastic bag. Under the baggie was an envelope of rolling papers again almost full. He scooped all of it into his bag and headed back.

Mary was beside the van stretching her legs when he returned. Her glutes shone in the mid-day sun.

“Find anything good?” She asked, giving him a bright smile.

“Nah. Just gas.” Joshua didn't know why he lied. “How about you, mom?”

“As long as we can live off old chocolate and flat soda we're all set!” Mary exclaimed and jostled her backpack. It was almost full. This had been a good run.

They got on the road again, saving most of the candy until they made it to their destination. Mary had found it on one of the old road maps they snagged at the last campground. This one was bigger and situated next to a river that would provide them with fresh water and fish for as long as they needed. Josh shoveled M&M's into his mouth and checked the map again. It would be a few more hours of driving, at least.