'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 3

Shirley Sue gazed out the window and spotted a sign which read, “Welcome to Chester.”

“Were almost there!” she said and then smiled. “I can't believe we're going to stay in a hotel. I've always wanted to try out room service.”

“We could have breakfast in bed together.” Buck winked at her. Shirley Sue felt the warmth of his palm as it closed around her fingers. His soft lips caressed the back of her hand and she felt a warm tingle flow through her.

“Come on guys, save it for when I'm not around,” Roger said.

Shirley Sue watched as the houses, intermixed with trees and fields, whizzed by the window as they drove through the town. She lurched forward a little as the car came to an abrupt stop. She looked through the windshield and saw the red circle illuminated in the traffic light. Less than a hundred feet away stood a five story building with a sign beside it emblazoned in gold lettering which read, “Welcome to the Chester Inn.” The light turned green and Buck accelerated his car though the stoplight, then turned into the hotel's parking lot.

“There's one!” Shirley Sue said. She pointed to a vacant spot with a police cruiser on either side. Buck pulled into the parking spot. He was a little nervous about parking between the police cars, but he managed to pull into the spot without incident.

The party hopped out of the car. Shirley Sue squealed with excitement and hugged Buck. “I can't believe were going to stay here. This is the biggest building I've ever seen.”

Buck opened the truck's cap and pulled out their luggage and the trio dragged it to the front entrance of the hotel. A set of automatic doors opened for them and they walked in. A police officer stood in the lobby talking to a balding man with a poor comb over and a pencil mustache. The officer nodded and wrote down a few notes on a pad of paper.

The party approached the front desk and rang the bell.

“Excuse me for a moment officer,” said the man standing behind them.

He approached the desk. “Welcome to the the Chester Inn, may I help you?” His voice was shaky and his complexion was red, as though he had just finished exercising.

“Yes, we called the other day and reserved a room,” Buck said. “It was under Buck Wilson.”

The man pulled out a binder and flipped through the pages. He stopped at one page and ran his finger down it until he reached a line near the bottom.

“Well that's a pity,” he said as he looked up at Buck, his finger glued to the page in the folder. “I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, but unfortunately, due to circumstances outside our control, your room is no longer available.”