How should one put it? The journey over the next few days was fairly pleasant. Don't let the grandmas' age fool you—they were excellent drivers.
Wade even suspected these two might be retired Thelma & Louise. Once they entered Louisiana, there were plenty of mountain roads, yet the old ladies could drift through consecutive bends at 120 kilometers per hour.
Though he had initially used Thor's looks to hitch a ride and had felt quite relaxed about it, after several days, Wade found that the two grandmas took turns driving, while the one who was off duty stayed curled up in Thor's arms as if Wade had become invisible.
Sitting in the back seat, the Mercenary began doubting his own charm. Could he no longer attract even old ladies? Would only prostitutes interested in his money be willing to keep him company for the rest of his life?
So, despite the air conditioning in the car, he casually took off his shirt, pretending to inadvertently show off muscles that were somewhat impressive compared to ordinary people's, but looked like a chick's beside Thor's.
Sure enough, the grandmas merely told him to put his clothes back on so he would not catch cold, then continued stroking Thor's muscular chest with blissful expressions.
Wade looked somewhat dejected, but it was not as though he gained nothing.
The grandmas were very kind. Not only did they cover the two men's meals on the road, but they also taught Thor many things.
Their husbands had both died in the Vietnam War. The two women had met at a psychological support group for bereaved families, and they had supported each other for decades without remarrying for various reasons.
While chatting on the road, they had assumed Wade and Thor were both soldiers, so they strongly