"I'll need a $100.00 cash deposit," the motel clerk said. "I know you young folks. Think nothin' of trashin' one of my rooms. After all you don't have to clean up the mess." He glared at me, his eyes big behind thick lenses.
"That's not the way we were brought up," Judy said. "We just need a room for the night and I can assure you that it won't be trashed in the morning."
The eyes behind the thick glass swam down to goggle at the expanse of cleavage Judy unselfconsciously displayed. The hard glare melted.
"I suppose I could make it $50.00," he said.
Judy, in her impatience, pressed against the edge of the counter, pushing up soft mounds of freckled flesh. "I told you. The room will be spotless when we leave."
"Okay. $25.00."
"Jeez," Judy said, pulling back. Both he and I were fascinated by her quivers of indignation.
"Okay. Okay. No deposit," he said. "I'm taking a chance on you kids. I'm going to trust you to keep your word."
Judy smiled and began filling out the registration card. A minute later the clerk was handing her the key and TV remote.
"You sure have a way with those old guys," I said as we climbed into the car.
Judy made a face, shrugged, and giggled.