Beautiful Babe and Money

I was bone-tired when I locked the last gas pump, turned off the lights and closed the garage door. It had been a long day. One of an endless number of days.I crossed the concrete apron, got in my jalopy and started the motor. I gave the filling station a last look. It was tired and grubby in the early night. I'd really tried to make a go of it here, but one man can only do so much.All I wanted was to get a hot bath, food, and some sleep. I lived half a mile down the road from the station. The cottage, nestled among some pines, had looked good, like the station, when I d first brought Helen here. Now, as the headlights swept over it, the cottage looked like the station. A pitiful lot of nothing for a man to break his back over.I parked the crate beside the cottage. When I entered the small, dark house, I got the living hell knocked out of me.