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dumb-ass,” he said, admonishing me like I was his six year old sister. “We can go up the creek bank and walk up the ridge to the back of her house.”
      “I thought you said Nell Fuller was a witch and had special seeing powers. If she does, what difference would it make how we got there?”
      Glenn looked confused for a second, then he got mad. “Look, if you’re gonna be a chicken-shit about it, I’ll take Tom with me. You don’t ever wanna do nothing if there’s any risk to it.”
      I wasn’t expecting this sort of peer pressure from Glenn. I was the one who was usually coming up with the death defying feats. Of course Glenn always went along with me without question.
      “What about VD?” I asked. “As many men as she’s been with, she’s bound to have caught something.”
      “That’s what they make rubbers for,” Glenn yelled, “That and to keep from getting somebody knocked-up.”
      I was losing the battle of reason with Glenn. He was countering my every punch, so I decided the best thing to do was just give in. The way I had it figured, a lot could change in two weeks and by then he’d have something else on his mind.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
                               
      The lights of the Valley View Motel were the last thing Roland Wilson could remember seeing. He could recall the sign indicating that there was indeed at least one vacancy. He had been on his way from Chattanooga to New Orleans to visit relatives and have, what in his mind, was some well deserved and hard earned fun in the Big Easy. Somewhere in Alabama he had lost track.
      He woke up feeling like he was a character in some fairy tale. He found himself lying in a king size bed that had a heavily ornate, metal frame and an eclectic array of cast iron designs. There was everything from gargoyles to peace signs and the frame looked like it weighed a ton. His hands were tied to the steel pickets of the headboard and his feet were bound at the other end. There were two leather straps tightly secured, one across his torso, the other about mid-thigh.
      But all that Roland was concerned with at this moment was the extraordinarily beautiful woman laying beside him that didn’t have a stitch of clothes on a body that looked like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo or one of those other famous Italian artists whose names Roland couldn’t remember or pronounce. As he slowly began to focus through the clouds that were beginning to melt away from his partially opened eyes, he saw that she was smiling at him. She had perfect white teeth and full, inviting lips.
      Roland was a single man who liked to play the field. A lot. He could be found at least three nights a week at one of the hot-spots in town, trying to score his latest conquest and usually succeeding. Once he saw this gorgeous creature laying beside him with obviously only one thing on her mind, the question of where he was or how he got there was the farthest thing from his mind. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If he was dreaming, then so be it. It was the best dream he had ever had.
      She had even been considerate enough to undress him. He looked down and saw that his motor was already running. She looked down, then back up at him, still smiling. Not a word was spoken by either of them as she went to work. And man, was she good at her job. In fact, she did it so well that it only lasted a few minutes, to Roland’s embarrassment and disappointment. He was hoping, and really hoping hard, that she would give him another chance.
      She finally spoke in a raspy voice, “It’s alright sweetie, we have plenty of time.”
      “I promise I never have had that problem before,” he said, halfway apologizing and halfway trying to assure her that he was normally the world’s greatest lover. “Where am I, and what’s your name?”