Yes.

I get out of the Jack in the Box, and walk to my Hemi Cuda. It been crazy since the time that sheriff found me in a female suit. Since then I've been acting more womanly and less and less dorky and manly.

I walked to my Barracuda, got in and turn it on. I drove out of the parking lot and headed to the motels. Unfortunately, one had no vacancy. But luckily the other had rooms.

I went to that motel, which it name I've forgotten, and tried to check it. The person at the teller was really polite and I felt she was really motherly.

"Do you have any rooms avaiable?" I ask politely.

"As a matter of fact I do, sweetie. Would you like a bottm room or a top room?"

"A top room would be nice, I guess."

"Well since you are the only person here that's been polite I'll give you a high-end room, half-charge."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"You gonna take it or you want something else?

"I'll take it then," this person is really hospitable.

"That's Room 17. Here's your key and you'll find everything you need already there. You need any help with any baggage?" she asks.

"Not at all, I'm fine. Where's Room 17?" I politely ask her for direction.

"It's upstairs all the way at the end, sweetie."

"Thank you very much."

"No, thank you sweetie."

I paid her the fee at her decided fee and go back to my Barracuda. I get my purse, backpack with the teddy bear in it, all the contents of the glove box out of the car. But I have forgotten to look in the trunk. As a matter of fact, I got scared at my thinking of the trunk. But since I got this far, I should as well dare to open it.

I expect to smell rotting flesh as I walk to the back of the car, but all I smell is the gassy fumes from the idle muffler of the Barracuda. I put my key into the keyhole and unlock the trunk. Mentally I have my fingers crossed to see something not-gory or hideous.

I lift the trunk up and to my luck I only see a pair of jumper cables, a jack, the covering of my spare tire, and a dirty rag, and two large duffels bags. Curiously I take them and heave them over my shoulder and close the trunk. I get upstairs and walk all the way to the end, just like the lady said. "17" was displayed on the door in brass-covered numbers. The key fit into the hole and unlocked the door. I opened the door and fumbled around for a light switch. I flipped the switch and two lights complete lit the room. I was amazed that I got this room for half-off.

I walked in, closed the door, locked it and heaved the duffels bags, the backpack onto the bed, and put my purse on the nightstand. The room had a red, sensual color on each of its walls, and the ceiling was painted white, though it looked pink from the reflected light. The bed was comfy and had four soft pillow, a thin blanket, and medium weight comforter. The room also had a table with two chairs and a large screen TV, on a wooden cabinet with two or more VCRs in it.

I looked into the bathroom, and it had a claw-footed bathtub,a shower, and a large sink with a big mirror. It seemed to good to be true. I could just sleep or take a bath right now or look into the contents of the mysterious duffel bags.