Room 666
It was a stormy August afternoon when a young man stepped out of his silver convertible. Attempting to get shelter for the evening at a small innocent looking inn on his way from his home in Norman Oklahoma to start his new job in Las Cruces. As he stepped through the front door into the main lobby he was greeted by a beautiful tall heavier set woman. “Welcome to Hilltop Inn. I am the manager Jean Du Sang, Can I help you?” She said.
Staring at the rain-soaked baby blue-eyed man there in faded blue jeans and a grey tee clinging to his hard muscular chest and stomach.
“Yes, my name is Lance Ange and I need a place to stay for the night.” He said Looking at the beautiful woman before him with her piercing grey eyes, long dark red hair tied back into a ponytail and porcelain white skin. “Ok let me just let me get your key you’ll be in room 666.”