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Chapter 35 – A Hot Ride
I was outside picking up trash with my handy dandy stick with a nail in the end when I heard all this whooping and hollering coming from cabin #9.
I remembered that last night these two guys had signed in. They had been a bedraggled pair, beat up and dirty and I almost tossed them out of the motel but the tall one had these sad, sad eyes. "All I really want is shower. Please," he said and I cracked. Not for the first time I thought that maybe being some's grandmother was not the best background for running a cheap motel.
I'd had worse and sometimes the very worse looked better than these guys. So I gave them a key to the cabin the furthest down the row. Whatever they were up to I didn't want them annoying the rest of the cabins.
The closer I got the more words I understood. "But, Sammy, I want one."
"No Dean. Here you are again. Just like you can't tell the difference between real life and porn you also have a problem separating Hollywood from real life. There are no flaming motorcycles."
"Oh, come on. I bet Bobby knows something. I bet he could get me one. I want to ride up the sides of buildings and fly down the street leaving flames in my wake. Come on Sammy."
The cabin door burst open and the shorter of the guys charged out. He had a chain wrapped around his shoulder and waist and was headed for that snarling beast of a car. I didn't think he needed a scary motorcycle; the car alone was enough to curl your hair.
He stopped when he saw me and gave me the biggest, sweetest smile. It transformed him into a excited child and my hair uncurled.
"Good morning, Ma'am" he said nicely. "My brother is going to get me a motorcycle."
The other guy appeared and caught up to his brother. Laying a heavy hand on the first guy's shoulder, he started to drag him back into the room
"No Dean," he said. "I can't get you a flaming motorcycle but if you get back in the room I can give you a flaming ass."