Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then... by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn't happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her. People were massing on the stairs, shouting and laughing. I made it upstairs, pushing a lot of unhappy people out of the way and saw something I wasn't expecting. In one of the bedrooms was Steve. In bed and not alone. The girl from before was with him and they were getting it on. Unlike Steve, she didn't like the attention. Appartently, they went to the room and someone accidentaly went in. Steve did not stop, even though she hasd begged him to. She was hiding her face in a pillow, while he. Something happened to them on those stairs, but he couldn’t put his finger on it … He blinked groggily, as if waking from a deep sleep. His body was not responding as it ought to. ‘What the hell?’ Baxter’s hands were tied together with a thick, though soft, rope, and from there attached to the wall. The rope disappeared through a hole in the wall, but at the moment he had about eight feet to play with. What the fuck was this? Was this some sort of sick joke? He was completely naked! He was. The motel was just a mile away, and I could make that distance if I went slow enough. Even then, the sleet was so thick that I would have missed the entrance had it not been for the flashing lights that said, "Vacancy." I turned into the driveway.The man behind the counter was Mexican, smoking a cheap Cigarette, and naked from the waist up. He smiled as the two of us rushed into the dry foyer, and the reason was obvious. On the rack reserved for the rooms, there was only one key, for the one.