Naughty Stopover: Garage Fling with the Tanned Neighbor
Jet-lagged from my red-eye, I checked into this quiet airport motel complex on the city’s edge. End of July, brutal heat, neighborhood deserted. Keycard buzzed me into room 12, garage bay right below. Dragged my suitcase down, popped it open amid tools I’d packed for tinkering. Figured I’d kill time installing shelves before tomorrow’s flight. […]