I went upstairs, my heart racing as I glanced at the photos on the wall of John and his wife - a tallish Asian woman mid to late 40s, a bit conservati...e, but pretty none the less. I figured I should do my nails first, so I poked around a bit and found a drawer filled with 15-20 bottle of polish. I finally decided on a color for my toes, a deep burgundy, and a light shimmery pink for my hands. As I sat on the edge of her tub, doing my nails, I thought what the night would be like...As my bath. I did not climax when he fucked me, I pretended. I am not a cold woman who does not come; I just do not come when he is making love to me. Yet, I will say yes to marry him when he asks me tonight. This is unless you can find it in you to leave your wife and take me to be yours, the way I want it."I have had enough of this. There was just one fact — she was cheating on me. This was end of life as I knew it. I slammed the door so that she would know I had come. She simply put the phone down and. I was shaking. “Hey look, I don’t want to have to call the cops, so just open the door right now and let’s talk about what you’re doing in my motel. Ok? Look I know you are probably dressed like a woman. Lets just get this sorted out without any cops.” Cops…oh fuck. This could be trouble. “Come on, just open the door Like I said, I have kinda noticed what you do here…guys showing up and leaving after a half hour or so. You check in as a guy and leave looking like a whore, then come. ‘Can’t blame you for that, my friend,’ the woman said. ‘Most people in their right mind keep the pedal to the metal when they hit Darnell and don’t let up until it’s in the rear view mirror.’ ‘No offense meant against your town,’ I said. ‘None taken, Mister…’ ‘David. David is fine.’ ‘Pleasure to meet you David. I’m Callie.’ We lightly shook hands, as Callie took my wrists into consideration, and I actually looked into her very pale blue eyes for the first time. ‘Is there a service station.