Going Down
It was one of those warmer than usual nights of early spring when the new guy came into town. He only planned on staying a week or two in the small town, make some money, and move on. Since it was only Thursday and hustlers make most of their money on Friday and Saturday’s, he decided to get a room at the local Motel. When checking in at the office he found a pleasant surprise in the fact that it was a young man at the counter. (Lately it seemed all the clerks, at all the motels, in all the towns, on all the night shifts were little old ladies who had trouble seeing through their glasses, and this was a pleasant change.) ...