| She could move very quietly when she wished. He watched and thought to himself that it was not so much that she was being covert, but was more due to her natural grace of movement. He had not been previously aware of this, and quietly watched her silent entry into the motel room. It was not necessary to feign sleep, as he was lying in semi-darkness. The room had a somewhat strange feature where dim pastel string lights were placed high on the walls, up where they met the ceiling. It cast a surrealistic glow up above their heads. The sounds of the tucks moving through Windsor, toward the tunnel to Detroit, echo outside in the rain. Most of Billy's vision of Lucy was provided by the indirect lighting through a partially closed bathroom door. She had walked directly to the chair outside the bathroom to disrobe. The young woman is very healthy looking in a wife-beater tee shirt and skirt, no stockings, and brown cowboy boots. The latter had brought a smile to his face when ...
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