Thanks, I Needed That? A story by David B. Riley
It was a dark and stormy night, except it wasn't really night, more like dusk and the storm had pretty much passed through with just a little remaining wind and some lightning over on Totter Island. I was on duty for the evening shift. We had all of one reservation at the Millard. .Sounded like a real exciting night.
Suddenly, a car pulled up to the portico. The door opened and two legs slid out. They went all the way down the the ground. And the woman they were attached to was absolutely gorgeous. Green eyes that could melt any man’s heart. And raven hair that was a dark as space itself. Beam me up. I’d be spending the rest of my shift making wedding plans. I wondered if she’d like a massage.
“Porter, Abigail Porter. I have a reservation.”
“I just need a photo ID and a major credit card.”
She handed me both. A Texan. We didn’t get many Texans.
“You’re in 108, just down the hall.”
“Could you store this in your safe? She asked. It was a manilla envelope.
“Certainly.” I took the envelope. “Could you write your name on it?”
“That’s not necessary, Mister Campbell. I don’t need it back.” She started for her car. “Have a nice night.”
“What?” Then I realized. I tore open the envelope. I was being sued. She was good. Dang, I'd just been served. I’d have to add it to the others. No money to pay a lawyer for help.
“When you do this to some poor guy you could at least do him on the hood of your car,” I announced to an empty lobby.