Overnight stay (motel drugging)

Liz pulled into the parking lot of the Angel Motel as she had on many occasions. Her job in the last year had been taking her further and further a field, bringing with it the difficulties of travel. She had tried different transport options in that time and now she regularly made the eight hundred mile journey back home by car; having lost faith with the airlines for a number of reasons. This had its advantages and disadvantages.

Although she now felt she had more freedom, it took considerably longer to get anywhere. She had found stopping mid way overnight made the journey far more relaxing, and in fact she could continue working; therefore she seemed to get more done. Liz had noticed the motel almost the first time she had traveled by car and since then used it exclusively for her mid way stops.

The place was rather old and a little run-down. Not many people came this way these days and it had seen better times. However, the food was good and the staff very pleasant. It was run by Ma and Pa Angel, two late fifties country types along with their son Junior, an amiable man in his 20’s. He seemed a little slow, in fact Liz felt sorry for him and his parents and took some pride that she was contributing by been a regular customer.

At reception the tall shoulder length brunette was greeted with a warm smile as she entered the lobby. Ma Angel always seemed delighted to see her again.

“Oh Miss! Welcome back. Business good I hope?”

Liz thanked her nodding in agreement.

“Yes almost too good. I never seemed to be at home these days.”

Ma gave her a sympathetic look. Over the months she had come to know all about Liz’s husband and kids and how she struggled to balance her home and work.

“Well you’re here again Miss. You can get a good rest and meet that lovely husband of yours looking fresh and beautiful tomorrow.”

Liz picked up her key nodding in agreement. “Yes that’s true I get such a refreshing sleep here, it must be the country air that does it.”

“Oh Miss, I so love that accent of yours.” The old woman cooed like a movie groupie.

Liz just smiled. British and Oxford educated, then marrying a yank she’d got used to the comments.

As she headed for the stairs Junior Angel was coming the other way. Big and ungainly he lowered his head as always; ultra shy.

“Hi Junior, and how have you been?” She said smiling with her perfect teeth.

Liz always spoke to him. She’d seen other guest edge away many times before as if he was a leper. Junior blushed feeling awkward so close to this woman who flitted in and out of his life always confident and desirable.He mumbled something before offering to take her bag.

“Why thank you!” She said in her snooty sounding English. “You’re such a gentleman.”

He blushed again. “N, n, nice to see you too miss.” He stammered. Liz felt some people were so cruel she wondered sometimes if she was the only contact he had with anyone outside his immediate family.

An hour later she sat for supper in the oversized dinning room, taking this opportunity to read through some files. The food as ever was delicious and Pa Angel was an excellent waiter, so attentive to his few guests. Like normal the guests numbered only three or four. Today there were two young run away types looking barely old enough to be married. Also a trucker she’d seen before and a cigar smoking middle aged man who appeared to be trying to do a deal on his phone, even now at eight at night. This was much to the annoyance of the other guests trying to have a quite meal.

Eventually the man hung exasperated with his failure to close the deal. He grunted in disgust taking a puff from his cigar looking over at Liz.

Elizabeth was in her mid thirties, she had moved to the mid west from England when she had married some years back, and she took pride in retaining her aristocratic accent having come from Kensington the elite part of London. The man admired her lean leggy figure, her high cheek bones and straight nose giving her refined sculpted features. She sat nibbling on the end of a pen with her luscious lips, long lashed eyes scanning her papers.

He called over; something about business never sleeps, but got no response. Liz felt a little uncomfortable the man then getting up, coming towards her.