jaylar
Errol jumped on his motorcycle and rode. He rode until he was tired, then found a cheap motel and booked one night.
He was asked for an I.D. and passed over his brother’s licence. They resembled and with his brother’s beared face, well, no problem. Errol got the room as ‘Winston’.
Errol spent the night, the morning, checked out at lunch and was on the road. He saw a petrol station and pulled in, the Help Wanted Ad caught his eye and he applied for the job.
Being an attendant didn’t require much qualification, and with his pleasant personality, Errol got the job. He had lied a bit, but then, he was good at lying.
He knew he could be tracked by his motorcycle’s licence and considered methods to change it.
