Sherry
Look at him, slinking behind the tree, watching the station. Why is he looking at the fire station? Since coming here from Montana I have been sleep-deprived, keeping an eye on Brian. After following him in the cab to some rundown motel.
“What is this place?” I asked Marco, the cab driver.
“It is a weekly rental. You rent rooms by the week.”
“Perfect, drive up to the office and wait for me please.”
I got out of the cab and walked into the office. A young guy was behind the counter and his eyes widened when I walked in. I put on my best smile and stuck out my t*ts. He was practically drooling.
“Hey cutie, you have any rooms for rent?”
“Yes, would you like the second floor or first floor?”
“I want the room next to room 28. Are the walls thin here? I am a light sleep
