The Admirer by Stetz-Waters Karelia

Author:Stetz-Waters, Karelia [Stetz-Waters, Karelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian fiction, Sapphire Books Publishing, bondage, Betrayal, survival, womens studies, Karelia Stez-Waters, Romance, Academic, Contemporary Women, amputee fetish, Lesbian romance, Fetish, Professor, serial killer, amputee, Lesbian, Contemporary Romance, university romance
Publisher: Sapphire Books Publishing
Published: 2013-12-12T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

When Helen had cried herself out, she straightened her clothes, retrieved her purse and exited the room, locking the hotel key inside. She would not be coming back to the Cozzzy Inn.

Hers was the only car in the parking lot. It crouched under the single streetlight that illuminated the lot. As Helen approached, she cursed. A flat. Just what she needed. She took out her phone and dialed AAA. As she waited for the automated voice to give her instructions, she noticed that it was not just the tire closest to her. Both back tires had gone flat.

The AAA operator came on the line. “Are you in a safe location?”

Helen walked to the front of her car. The front tires were also flat.

“I’m not sure.”

The bar had closed. One pickup truck remained parked in what might have been a handicap spot if anyone had bothered to pave and mark the lot. It looked like it hadn’t moved in years. In the front office of the Cozzzy Inn, the desk clerk spoke to a man seated in the lobby. The surrounding forest was dark and motionless. No traffic disturbed the rural highway.

“I think my tires have been slashed,” Helen told the operator.

Once the dispatcher had arranged a tow and given her an estimated wait time, Helen hurried to the light and safety of the lobby. It just doesn’t feel right.

“Checking in?” the clerk asked when Helen entered.

Did he not remember her? Or was “forgetting” the specialty of the house? She explained the situation.

The clerk fumbled with a cigarette pack and extracted a flattened cigarette. He had weathered hands and wore a baseball cap advertising a diesel repair company.

“Dang kids.” He held out the pack to Helen. She shook her head. “That’s the third time someone’s messed with the parking lot this month. Jimmy–O got his truck all keyed up. Then Sally Jenkins left her window open, cause it was so hot, and came out after her shift to see some crazy, old coot pissing in the backseat of her 4-Runner. Right through the window.”

The clerk picked up a small, no–smoking plaque from the counter and placed it face down. He lit his cigarette.

“That shit will kill you,” his friend said. To Helen, the friend added, “Sorry about your tires, Miss. This place is no good. I only come here ‘cause my wife says she can’t stand the smell of beer on me. Gotta spend a few hours with this asshole anyway.” He jerked his thumb toward the clerk.

The clerk glared at his friend from beneath wiry eyebrows.

“Did either of you see anyone near the black Lexus?” Helen asked.

“Well, shit, a Lexus,” the clerk said. “No wonder you got your tires poked. No one drives cars like that around here.”

“Did you see anyone?”

He looked away. “Nope.”

Helen took a few steps toward the counter, so that she could look him directly in the eye. The clerk played with his cigarette, rolling the glowing tip around the rim of an ashtray without looking at her.

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