Introduction
It's been two days since we left Paradise, literally and figuratively. We've been going nonstop for over forty eight hours and have managed to head off the remaining Mogs – at least for the time being. We can't stay in one place too long as we know they aren't that far behind, but we have to stop – at least for a little while – to rest.
We're spending the night at one of those seedy motels. You know the kind that rent rooms by the hour. When we arrived, Six led the way inside and handed the woman behind the counter a handful of cash.
"How long do you need the room?" the woman asked.
"All night," Six told her slipping her another hundred dollar bill. "And no one knows we're here."
"I don't know a thing," the woman replied, taking the cash and slipping it into the deep crease of her cleavage. With the other hand she placed a set of keys in Six's gloved fist.
"Have a nice time boys," she winked at us.
Sam blushed and stared down at his shoes. I am speechless by her assumption. It's only something I have heard mentioned in the locker room, and even then it's only wishful thinking.
Six however, doesn't seem to mind the implication. She smiles wide and lands a heavy slap on Sam's ass. The force sets him off balance and he has to take a step forward to keep from falling.
"I hope you like it rough," she tells him.
"WTF!" he mouths to me, rubbing his palm against the back of his jeans.
Little did I know that was just beginning of life with Number Six.