"Shots fired!", yelled the younger cop into his hand held radio, as he ran through the door after Mex and the MM.
The older cop remained behind to search the room for evidence. Evidence of what, he wasn't sure. But, something had been happening in this room. He was sure of that, ubetcha.
It was so obvious what this room had been used for. The bed was messed up, and there was no luggage or toiletries to be seen. Yep, just another one of those cheap afternoon love nests. People can be so tacky at times.
"Why would somebody ask about pizza?", he wondered. "Probably another one of those kinky phone sex things."
Just then he heard the thumping on the motel room wall. "Wow, this is just like the O.J. story", he thought. "Maybe I'll find a glove and everything!"
The cop went out through the front door of the room and crept around the backside of the motel, intent on capturing whoever (or whatever) it was that was making the noise.
Meanwhile, since Muffy hadn't heard any noises coming from inside the motel room, she decided to climb back into her room through the bathroom window. As she jumped to the bathroom floor from the window ledge, her satin-like sarong got caught on the edge of the window and ripped it away from her satin-like skin, leaving her naked again. Pausing for only a moment to admire herself in the bathroom mirror, Muffy walked into the bedroom to find .... |
