Chapter 8 - Lost in pleasure

Julius gets out of the taxi at the door of that isolated motel that had seen better days. He goes to reception and an old man sitting reading the newspaper raises his head and looks at the young man with a grimace.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight. I wanted a room.

- For how many hours? – the man asked, with a smile that showed several rotten teeth.

- Until Monday morning.

The man gets up immediately. That represented 3 nights. No one stayed there for more than a few hours.

- Double or single? – the man asked, looking at the backpack that Julius was carrying.

- Double.

The man looks behind Julius and frowns, but ignores it.

- It's 15 dollars an hour, but since it's 3 nights, it's 150 dollars a night.

- That's abuse, for a joint like this. I paid 250 for the 3 nights, and you don't need to make beds or clean the room during the time I'm there.

- 250? Sorry, but it's 450, or you can leave.

- OK. – Julius says, turning his back.

The old man bites his lip. There was so little movement there, that