"It's Simon from the set. Can I come up?" I asked."Sure. I'll have the front desk give you the room number." Hitomi said.Getting the number I took the...elevator to the 3rd floor where she was staying. At room 311 I knocked in the door waiting outside patiently.It didn't take her long to answer opening up for me. She was wearing jean shorts and cute little pink shirt that hugged her body."Hi Simon please have a seat. I was surprised to hear from you when I heard you were heading home to see. ." You scout for talent? You mean..." she said with wonder."Girls. I find models for the magazine. Centerfolds, pictorials, other stuff." I shrugged. She was fascinated. Pretty girls usually are when they think about the fame and fortune that can come from being photographed in a classy men's magazine. I mean, she'll happily take off her clothes in front of a stranger with a camera. But do you think she'll let you unbutton her blouse in the back of a Ford? Not likely. Well, not without a fight,. A regular would never bring a child to Last Chance. The conversation was often too ribald for that. It didn’t matter if it was 3:00 p.m. or 3:00 a.m., conversation might turn to adult topics.One famous night, an unfortunate streetwalker had been so offended by the discussion of female complications and sexually transmitted diseases that she had ranted at the diners before storming out to search for a higher class of degenerate.A long forgotten bad boy had discovered the power of horribly. "Call me before you come over for your things, and we will have a dinner party. I have been looking for an excuse."After I rang off I went looking for a place to crash temporarily. Somewhere not too easy to find or access would have been nice. What I had to settle for was an old two story thirty unit motel on the edge of town. It was old enough so as not to be on any of the reservation services list. The weekly rate wasn't too awful, so I took it for a week. I was pretty sure the "Few" would be.