Chapter 89: Home Away From Home

The feeling that they had stopped woke Cassie from her nap. Cracking her neck from side to side to eradicate the kinks, she eyed the scene before her in confusion and wondered if it were a dream.

The neon flashing vacancy sign for the Starlight Motel advertised per hour rates at a place that was a windy day away from demolition. Two floors of weathered doors with cast iron railing along the length stood out against the peeling paint and ratty shingles. An all-night diner on one end illuminated the parking lot which was strangely full.

Out of nowhere, a strung-out prostitute appeared and staggered towards them as she tried to look her sexiest. She smoothed her shaky hands through her unkempt, in need of a dye job, blonde-slash-dark brown hair, and then reached down and tugged at the hem of her tight, pink, short, skirt, stretching it to cover her cooter.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cassie blurted, glaring at Randy.