(I'm not going to just leave this story at chapter 3…I'm taking it all the way!)

Last Chapter: Jackie didn't say anything and sat there quietly. "Where are we?" she asked. I looked at the building in front of us and then at her, "The motel where I work." I answered her.

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"Pretty run down," Jackie said in disapproval. She wrinkled her nose just a bit so it was noticeable, but not entirely. "Yeah, but it pays the bills," I answered her.

In truth, I had no bills to pay because I was living with the Forman's in their basement. It just gave me a stable paycheck so I could go blow it on things like beer and food.

It also gave me cash to buy gifts for my cheating girlfriend, Lena. I should have known in the end she would betray me because her father worked for the government.

I just liked her because of her looks, the fact she hated her father and had no mother. It was selfish not to like her for all the intellectual things she said or how nice she was to me, but I'm a guy.

We're like this for a reason. I just don't know what that reason is yet! I do know that girls are very different then guys. They think about a guy, and take it slow. We just go out and catch the first hot mamma we can find.

We're pigs and bastards!

Jackie had already opened the door and had walked around to my side. "Well, if we're going to be Little Miss. Princess then let me get the door for you ma'am." She said in a sadistic tone.

She reached out and grabbed my door handle, pulling it out.

Since my window was already down, I quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "I'm not a princess," I said menacingly. It didn't scare her and instead, she stuck her tongue out at me and pulled her wrist away.

We had only met ten minutes ago and were acting like great friends. This type of reaction with two people very rarely happens in the real world. I let myself out of my car, after rolling up my window, and locked the El Camino.

Jackie was standing by the front door waiting for me, since she probably felt awkward being here. "No one will care what you look like," I said reassuring her. It didn't help. We walked inside and she gasped.

"Wow, this isn't the best of places, but it sure beats by apartment." She said. I smirked again; another involuntary habit that I couldn't control.

Since I worked there I let myself behind the counter and signed a room to myself saying I paid already. I was going to take it out of my paycheck later. Jackie was watching everything I did with high interest.

I didn't really pay attention to it and did what I had to do. Reaching behind me, I took the key for room 2A and walked out from behind the counter.

We went to the stairs and walked up one floor. The first door on the left was 2A and we went in.

I had a strange sense that someone was watching me, but I ignored it and walked in. It was probably nerves. That was a logical answer. The first thing Jackie did when we entered the room was jump on the bed.

I was guessing her bed at her house wasn't very nice, because she was snuggling up with a pillow. I stood there and watcher her, smiling at how childish she was acting.

This was not how I had intended her to act. I had been told that hookers are very serious about their work and try to get as much money out of you as possible.

I also heard that they couldn't kiss on the mouth because then it gets too personal. That's just what I heard.

I threw my coat on a chair and went over to the dresser. I assigned this room to myself because I had put a key in the wooding of third dresser drawer that opened a cooler of beers in the closet. I took out the key and went over to the closet.

Jackie was watching me the whole time with little interest, but attentive interest. I lifted the lid of the cooler and heard Jackie take in breath. Once again I smirked as I closed the lid of cooler with two beers in hand.

I reminded myself to stay Zen and not let hr get to me. She was already making me smirk all over the place. I closed the closet door and sat on the bottom of the bed. Jackie sat up Indian style and stared at the beer. I handed it out for her to get, but she shook her head.

"I can't drink beer because it affects me weirdly," she said tucking her hands into her lap. "Come on," I pushed, "just a sip." I handed the beer out for her again and she took it.

"Okay, but just a sip." She smiled. One sip became two, which became three, and then so on. Weird wasn't the word!