Just ahead I saw the Dixie Motel and down the road Johnny's Hotcake House. When I stopped, Carla woke up and looked around. “Where are we?”“Time...to stop for the night. This looks like an okay place, a little shabby but there's a restaurant down the road.”We got out and walked up to the small office with a sign on the green door that said, “Welcome” and below that “No Pets.” No one was at the desk when we went into the tiny motel office. I rang the bell and a tall, skinny man with thick. " That's better than doing it at your desk, Kitten." Yes, Daddy." I don't think you're finished yet, are you?" No, Daddy. When I came out of the ladies room, I saw the cute intern, Amy, making copies. When she left the copy room, I sneaked in and took my wet panties off and placed them on the copier glass. Then I went back to my cubicle and called her over and asked her to copy some reports for me." Oh dear." Yes. I'm pretty sure she found them, Daddy. She didn't say anything when she brought. It was late Friday, so it was a tradition for the young to keep the city awake. Unfazed, you walked up the staircase with a sleeping bag over your shoulder. Before you could knock, the door swung open, almost sending you tumbling.She stood there, the light from indoors behind her, outlining her in the darkness outside. She was wearing a shirt, her braided blonde hair like a silver stripe over the otherwise lime green cloth. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I saw you through the window and thought I would. Then he stared directly at the camera. "We have a visual."The television screen went black and then an image materialized. The fork slipped through Walter's fingers and clattered on the table as he stared at the large object. That looks like a... He didn't finish his thought as he slapped both hands down while leaning forward for a closer look, the right one landing in the mashed potatoes. This has to be a prank. Like that "War of the Worlds" radio broadcast Orson Welles did. It can't be.