" "Why aren't you hangin out with your girlfriend? I thought you were seeing someone." "I am but she's in Mexico visiting her family so..." "So ...you're going to have the place to yourself tonight then?" Roland was glaring though the rearview and winking at me. "Yeah... I am." "Won't you be lonely?" "Yes, I probably will be." "We can't have that can we? I have some money for beer and my neighbor gave me some weed." Pretty girls, I was learning had guys giving things to them all the. My leg jiggled up and down as if a tiny jackhammer had replaced the bonesinside it. If the man behind the lectern, the one who'd been droning on forthe past fifty minutes, didn't shut up soon, I was going to be in serioustrouble.Though, it was probably my fault since I really should have had theforesight to, like, go to the bathroom before everything got started.Trying to take my mind off the warning being broadcast by my bladder, Iturned my head to the left, scanning the sea of faces watching. “Funny. She won’t care about the swimming.”“Why do you say that?”“I just know. As long as you’re not doing anything like that without her knowing.”“She doesn’t know what I did yet.”“She will when you tell her. I guess I meant, doing anything without telling her about it right away.”Something about that wasn’t making sense, but it was still more comforting than the alternative so I let it go.“Does she drink?” Lara asked.“Well, she had some wine at dinner with us. I don’t know. We didn’t really. Business deals.The motel was pretty run down, and the clientel was just as bad. Inside the lobby, behind the front desk was, what looked like to any average person, a doll collection. But clients understood the dolls’ true meaning. Each doll represented one girl. The dolls that stood upright were the available girls, to which clients could choose, and then be given the key to the room the girl was in. The dolls that were laying down were the girls that were currently busy with other.