William E. Starke

Randy gaped at her in amazement. "Really?" he gasped, "You really mean you'll do it?" "Of course!" she said, "Now we'd better get out of here before Daddy comes looking for me. We'll have to stop by my place so I can pack some things." They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy's Chevrolet and zoomed off into the night. An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel, ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out, hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy. When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the handsome young man scribbled: "Mr. and Mrs. William Stark." Then, they were shown to their room. It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a television set. Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television set. Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, "I thought you weren't interest in the election results." "I'm not," he responded, "I'm just making sure our neighbors don't overhear what's really going on in here!" He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her, drawing her against his strong chest ...»