The End of Fiction Week!

The sign at the Thunderbird Motorpark loomed large up ahead. Even in the brightness of the day, Jason could see the “No Vacancy” sign was lighted. Weary travelers were lounging by the pool as kids did cannonballs and dove for pennies. Across the street, the gas station fed the hungry cars of those just passing through.

Jason suggested:
“Let us stop here so we can start our new life.
I’m ready to experience the intimate joys of having a wife.”

Jenny replied:
“Well, I’m not one to cause too much strife,
my desire is so sharp it could cut like a knife.”

Jason directed the car toward the motel’s office, where a stout little man with a four-day beard and wearing a stained white T-shirt was sitting in a folding lawn chair, smoking a stubby cigar and reading the paper.

Jason said:
“Kind sir, we are married and would sure like a room.
It’s our honeymoon, ya know, va va va voom!”

The manager took Jason’s cash, and gave him a key to a room, which was on the second floor. He said checkout was at noon the following day, and breakfast was served all day long in the adjoining Red Rooster All-Night Diner & Bar.

They parked their red chariot near the stairway, and Jason opened the door for his new bride.

Jenny smiled:
“I bet this is a posh place, or so the brochure told.
Can’t wait until you carry me over the threshold.”

Jason said:
“Right away, my dear, I’m certainly in my prime.
You won’t have to ask me a second time.”

The door swung wide, and the lovebirds were greeted by a stale odor that smelled like death’s cousin. The thick-pile brown carpet was ratty, there was a large brown stain on the bedspread and a lonely roach crawled along the baseboard toward the bathroom.

Jenny:
“There’s no way on Earth I’m going to stay here.
It’s a matter of hygiene, not an issue of fear.”

Jason:
“I think you are right, this place is a dump.
I’m going to get a refund. I ain’t no chump!”

The manager pointed to a sign in the office that said “No Refunds” on it. Jason protested, but the guy refused to give him his dough back. He suggested another room.

Jason said:
“Well, if you can guarantee the absolute cleanness,
I’ll have no reason to shout and get involved with meanness.”

The second room was much more pleasant. Jenny nodded her head after Jason had opened the door and carefully flicked on the light.

Jenny:
“This is much better, and I certainly approve.
You go get our bags, there’s no reason to move.”

Not long after, upon celebrating the gift of making love, the couple decided it was time to eat. They chose the restaurant nearby the manager had suggested. They both took showers, got dressed, and strolled into the front door of the Red Rooster All Night Diner & Bar.

Jason:
“Ahh, I like that: the scrumptious smell of bacon.
I hope not all of the sweet pig’s flesh is taken.”

Jenny:
“I’m ready for an omelet, maybe a biscuit.
Or a stack of flapjacks with syrup on it!”

The waitress told them to sit anywhere they like, and they chose a spot near the window so they could enjoy the waning hours of daylight. They held hands as their order was taken. They sipped their sweating glasses of iced tea and gazed into each other’s eyes. After a filling, if not nutritious meal of greasy breakfast, the lovebirds walked back to their motel room.

Jason:
“It’s been an exciting day, and I’m ready for bed.
Want to watch some TV to help clear your head?”

Jenny:
“That would be great, why don't you see what is showing.
I enjoy falling asleep while the boob tube is glowing.”

Jason saw a schedule on top of the nightstand. He saw the listing for a pay-per-view adult film and had an idea.

Jason thought to himself:
“What better way to suggest another romp in the sack?
Maybe some porn will bring our libidos back.”

While Jenny was in the bathroom, readying herself for bed, Jason ordered the movie per the instructions on the card. He told Jenny to hurry because something he wanted her to see was about to come on.

Jenny replied:
“Just a minute, my dear: I’m brushing my teeth.
And flossing to get out bits of pancakes underneath.”

When she emerged, she was wearing a lacy negligee. Jason complimented her on it and turned on the TV. Some cheesey music started playing. The screen flashed the title, “Newlywed Love” and then the movie began.

The scene looked awfully familiar.

Jenny said:
“That place looks a lot like the room we are in.
I’m kind of frightened to see this flick begin.”

Jason said:
“Oh, most motel rooms, they all look the same.
Now let’s take a look at this couple’s game.”

The people in the movie looked awfully familiar, too.

Jenny said:
“Um, honey, do you see the same thing I do?
That looks like me, and that looks like you!”

Jason said:
“Yeah, I think you just might be right.
Where was the camera, do you see a red light?”

They searched the room and found a video camera tucked into the air vent.

Jason asked:
“Jenny, what on Earth are we going to do?
We’ve been taken for a ride, that much is true.”

Jenny thought, then looked back at the movie on the TV:
“I’m certainly sure that this is against the law.
Especially that camera angle, it shows every flaw!”

Jason said:
“I don’t know, you sure look good on that screen.
Sit down on the bed, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Jenny said:
“I’ll come back to bed, I know what you meant.
But first, please honey, won’t you cover the vent?”