Russell had woken up in many strange places. He was the type that once the whiskey starts to flow there's no telling what will happen with him around. Never malicious, never cruel, but everyone who has ever been around him leaves with a tale of something that happened, and each story seemed to be more outlandish than the last.

This one, he thought, has to top them all. This looked to be plains and flat land as far as the eye could see, not even a house visible, the only signs of civilization was the road, his car, and this trailer he was now stepping out of.

He took the steps carefully. While he was used to walking while having his balanced "compromised" this was a very different beast than what he had ever done before. He stepped down the first step and then to the second and just before he stepped onto solid ground he looked around one more time.

Nothing at all. He was in the middle of fucking nowhere. He smiled and laughed as he stepped down, his cowgirl boots making contact with the earth as he adjusted the tight, revealing shift he had on and smoothed out spot on his pantyhose.

He had started to party in Tennessee and now it looked like he was somewhere in Oklahoma or Texas if he had to guess. Somehow, he had wound up multiple states away from where he had been with his head attached to a woman's body!

Damn, he thought, just what did happen last night?