"This is your room. Mine's down the hall."
The motel was a major dump. His room had a bed, a shower, and a VCR. The only treat was a dirty window that looked out on the parking lot.
"I've shit in better places than this."
"Rule number one. Never shit where you live. We're going to be tighter than Siamese twins for the next four months, so keep you sense of humor."
"Sure, thing Methuselah."
"I've got a tab at the all night dinner down the street. They deliver. Use it. I've got booze in my room if you want."
"What if I get cabin fever?"
"Don't. Catch." What Kyle caught looked like a pager – but it wasn't.
"What is it?"
"It's a stun-gun. Stops bad guys. You point, shoot and run. But you've got to be really close. And you only get one chance."
"I've pretty tough, you know."
"Soon you'll be just as tough and a whole lot more pretty. A girl needs protection."
"Oh."
"Another thing. From now on you're Mercedes Evans."
"Right."
"Now get some shuteye. First thing in the morning, I prep you then it's off to Dr. Gold."
"But there's nothing wrong with me?"
"Don't worry Mercedes," Donald smiled at the door. "There will be."
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Easy Money
Mystery / ThrillerYou know what? Life is queer. After Kyle's girlfriend kicked him out, he's working the streets of West Los Angeles as a Gay-for-Pay. Kyle's got by. Barely. One day Kyle wakes up from his park bench to hear Private Dick Don Flynn say, "How'd you lik...
