, and Sandy opened the door to me and invited me in. The front room was a small living room, modestly furnished. The second room, straight back, looke... like it was supposed to be a dining room, but there was no furniture -- just some exercise equipment and a big wooden box, on the padded floor, about the size of a coffin, only maybe a little bigger, all around."You want some coffee?" Sandy asked."Always," I said. She led me on through the house. We had to pass through her bedroom, next, on the. I looked around at the table and counters, seeing images of her naked on every surface and me with my head between her legs licking her lips and teasing her clit. “I think he’s in the living room. I hear the stereo.” Her words shook me out of my momentary fantasies. Sure enough, there was a low background of soft music coming from the other room. She grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and opened them, then came over and offered me one. I took the offered beer, and my eyes took. (Note to self: discover whether or not she can test out of elementary. Don’t deal with the local board.)“What are you going to do with your gold?”“My gold? Why is it MY gold?”“Your dream, your direction, your gold.”“You did most of the work.”“Your dream, your direction, your gold,” I repeated. “Besides, It’s still in the Rover.”My phone played that distinctive sound that signified, Myndee calling. I hated it but I couldn’t figure out how to change it. Myndee, however, can program a satellite. The painted logo was well-faded but still visible on the facade facing the main road. It was one large block with rooms on both sides, a large parking lot, and with long balconies on each side in front of all the second- and third-story rooms and wrapping around the ends of the building. There were stairs going up the three floors in the middle as well as on both ends of the motel. Tim quickly made his way up the middle stairway. At the top floor, he continued, nonchalantly making his way.