I dabbed gloss on my well-fucked lips a few more times and then strutted over to the door. I opened it and saw the manger, a middle-aged, reasonably f...t Hindu-Indian man with a gleam in his eyes and his thin mustache up-turned in a devilish smile. His name was Patel and he stepped past me and into room 127. He’d listened to me with a young guy, named Casey, who was probably only about five or six miles away and driving with a well satisfied cock and a smile. Patel had just eavesdropped from. "Hey, take it easy on Old Betsy," he cautioned his father. "You sure you don't want me to drive?" You just keep your trap shut, boy!" Tam glared at his son through age‑faded blue eyes, then turned back to squint at the road. "Just 'cause I'm nigh onto eighty years old, it don't mean I cain't drive Old Betsy as well as I ever could."The unspoken words, " ... and I'm still man enough to whup your ass, and don't you forget it!" hung in the air between them. Zed lurched back against the seat with a. Despite his confusion, all the way up, he was aware of the rich carpet under his feet, the expensive looking paintings on the walls, and at the top, the sweep of a corridor that looked to have multiple doorsSarah pushed open one of the doors to reveal a lavish bedroom, a huge bed, covered in a duvet in rich autumn shades, a large picture window, and furnishings in white. "Comfort, Ryan. We've come this far. We might as well have comfort. Two seconds, I'll just go and wash up." She gave him a. Even the old vintage television set was broken and the surly motel clerk showed no signs of replacing it anytime soon or even moving her to another room with a working one. Or a room where the faucets didn't also leak and the electric heater was only barely putting out enough warmth to be felt a few feet away, at most. She couldn't go anywhere else. In fact she was quite surprised that her nearly maxed out credit card had enough available balance to allow her to check into this flea-bag motel.