“Its like Hotel California,” she explained, “you can check out anytime, but you can never leave.” She sat there for a moment, looking thoughtful and sad. Immediately his brain broke out into song, pumping out the Eagle in full throttle.
“You mean they lock you up in here?” He said, finally coming to a realization.
“How else do you think they keep this place staffed?” She said, “Do you see a lock on the inside of the door? No.”
“What kind of creeps do that to people?” He said with a scared expression.
“Sweetheart, we’re in the middle of the desert somewhere on Route 66. The only people that know we are here are the pervs that stop here…and you don’t see them complaining,” she explained.
“So why are you here?” He asked.
“You really want to know?” She said. He nodded.
“Well, before we go sharing stories, we should probably introduce ourselves,” she said, “what’s your name, darling?”
“Nice to meet you Paul,” she said, sticking out her hand, “I’m Velvet.”