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itching to give it to him. But he held his fists behind his back and made a conscious effort not to ram them into the other man’s face. He’d take as much abuse from this ill-mannered young man as necessary to get his watch back. He had to. It was a matter of honor.
    “Yeah, man. I’ll get it.” Jack forced the words between his teeth.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Lawson stared up at the giant motel sign of a pink cartoon bird lying on a flower-printed chaise. Decked in a small yellow undergarment, the flamingo also wore a pair of dark glasses and, much like the famous Mona Lisa, sported a smile that bespoke of some great secret.
    Eyeing the salmon pink exterior of the motel, and the small rod-ironed fenced-in pool where men with tanned muscular bodies rubbed oil on each other, he decided he already knew the secret. It was quite obvious.
    The sound of hollering females drew his attention.
    Lawson turned toward the road to see a convertible filled with young ladies slowly driving by.
    “Hey, handsome! See what you’re missing?” one yelled out and, to his surprise, rose off her seat and lifted her shirt, flaunting her abundant breasts.
    He laughed and nodded vigorously.
    The woman then blew him a kiss, and the vehicle of screaming ladies sped off.
    He glanced back to the motel’s pool area. Yes, he did know what he’d be missing if he stayed here. He doubted he’d see many women, or their breasts, at this establishment. But he wasn’t one to judge, and it was only a place to sleep, so he proceeded through the motel’s double glass doors.
    Unfortunately, the outside hadn’t prepared him for the interior.
    The first thing that drew his attention was the bright tropical floor-to-ceiling mural covering the wall behind the desk. Brilliant flowers, tall palm trees amidst vivid foliage, golden sands and bright pink flamingos fought for color dominance in the loud scenery. As if that wasn’t enough, on the other three walls, life-size mermen suggestively frolicked in the seawater.
    Distracted by the various colored pillows strewn on the rattan sofas, he was surprised by a tap on his shoulder.
    “Hey, honey, welcome to your very own slice of paradise. How may I help you?" the tall, dark man chimed.
    Lawson cleared his throat to keep from bursting out in laughter. The guy’s half-top shirt and tight denim shorts were almost too much to bear. People dressed so odd in this century.
    “The name’s Lawson Grey. Your sign says you have a vacancy.”
    “Yes, we do. Is it just for little ol’ you, sweetie?”
    “Um, no. I have a friend joining me later.”
    “Sounds like fun,” the man offered with a wink. “Well, come on over to the desk, and I’ll get you checked in.”
    “And your name?” Lawson asked as he followed the sauntering male, noting that the barefoot desk clerk walked with an elegance that women of his time had mastered only when they wore high-heeled shoes.
    “Michiel.”
    “Me-shy-el,” Lawson repeated slowly as he leaned against the high bamboo desk.
    “That’s right, honey.” Michiel quickly typed on a flat typewriter connected to a small, thin television. “How long will we have the pleasure of your company?” he asked and glanced up.
    Lawson shook his head. “Not sure, a couple of days maybe.”
    “Ok, I’ll put five days for now. You can extend your stay or checkout whenever you like, free of penalty. Now, I need your driver’s license and a credit card, and you’ll be all set.”
    “Sorry, I don’t have either of those things. Why do I need them?”
    Michiel clucked his tongue. “Well, if you pay cash up front, I guess I can let the credit card slide. But you and your friend better be good boys and treat the room nice,” he warned as he wagged his finger.
    Lawson nodded his agreement.
    Smiling, Michiel went back to typing. “You don’t need a driver’s license, any picture ID will do. I just need to verify who you are.”
    “I’d love to comply, but you see—I was