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night away. His thoughts went back to the previous night, the way she slammed her pelvis into him, fucking him harder than she ever had before. Aggressive, almost angry. But he liked it. He wanted more, and just thinking about it was making his cock bulge against his inner thigh.
    When he stepped into the office, Marta was already paying for the room.
    “I would have paid for that,” Felix said.
    “You still can. This is my room,” she said. “Did you bring cash? Because they don’t take credit cards.”
    The man behind the register had a strip of beef jerky hanging from his lips. He sucked on the tip, chewed it, then pulled it from his mouth and licked his lips. The soggy, chewed up jerky glistened in the dying sunlight spilling in through the windows. He wore a tattered cut-off sleeve t-shirt, torn at the bottom so his red belly stuck out, the outty belly button looking like the pink eye of some taxidermized critter. Faded tattoos decorated the man’s forearms, and he reached up, scratched his chin as he glared at Felix.
    “So you want a room, or what?”
    Felix shot Marta a look, but her attention was on the window, studying the horizon. He shrugged, went for his wallet. “Guess so. Don’t think I really have a choice.”
    The man popped the jerky back into his mouth, snickered as he looked from Felix to Marta and back again. He wouldn’t bite any pieces off the soggy, dehydrated meat strip. Just sucked on it, chewed it a little. When he spoke, a beefy fog blew from his mouth.
    “That’ll be sixty for the night. Ain’t got no TV, but there’s air conditionin’.”
    Felix pulled out two fifties, slid them across the counter to the man. The frustration coursing through his flesh made his hands shake, so he shoved them into his pockets, stole a glance at Marta who still had her attention on the desert outside.
    “I’m going to head to my room,” she said, not even turning to look at Felix. “It’s been a long day.”
    And she walked out, the bell above the door jingling.
    “Yeah, I guess it has,” Felix muttered.
    The man behind the counter tittered, shook his head as he used his tongue to shift the jerky from one side of his mouth to the other. He handed Felix his change.
    “Something funny?”
    “Sure is. Might be hot outside, buddy. But it’s gonna be a cold night, ain’t it?” The man slapped the counter, his belly bouncing as he laughed. “Yeah, that’s funny shit.”
    Felix snatched his key from the counter, shoved his cash into his pocket. As he walked out, the man continued to giggle to himself.
    “…gonna be a cold night. Goddamn.”
    Felix forced himself to leave the office even though he wanted nothing more than to shove his fist into the middle of that fucker’s head.
    He wanted a drink. His mouth went dry as he thought about it and his stomach tingled with anticipation.
    Just as he stepped outside, Marta was climbing the stairs, her bag swinging from her hand. Her eyes darted in his direction for a second, but she quickly averted them, unlocked the door to her room and disappeared behind it.
    “Goodnight to you too.”
    The motel had two levels, six rooms each. Felix read the number on his key and saw that it was right next to Marta. Since they appeared to be the only customers, he wondered if he could maybe get a room on the first floor, as far away from her room as possible. It was going to be torture enough without having to hear her walking around, hear the shower running, summoning images of her sudsy, wet body.
    Felix just stood there for a second, staring at her door. This is fucking bullshit.
    After pulling his bag and laptop from the car, he gave the door a good hard slam. Hoped Marta heard it too. He trudged up the stairs and entered his room.
    The air inside the room was hotter than outside. There was a hint of mold and rot clouding it, and Felix couldn’t help but imagine what sorts of atrocities took place within those jaundiced walls. He immediately went for the air