"It's me, the waitress from the restaurant, you should remember me."
The voice coming from outside the door instantly reminded Charlie of that waitress. He rubbed his face, slipped the handgun into its holster, and said, "I told you, I don't need room service."
"Ah... um, sir, I'm grateful for your tip. I feel like I should do something for you."
"Or maybe I can give you a blowjob?"
"I just want to repay you."
Charlie chuckled after hearing this, "Thanks for the offer, but I don't need it. As you can see, I'm quite old, I don't have these needs anymore."
In fact, Charlie still had desires, but not at a time like this, and not with a woman of her caliber.
Even though he had lost status and everything now, as long as he had money, he could enjoy the best treatment in another city, rather than being stuck in this rural place, taking the same path as those truck drivers.
Who knows if there's an engine oil smell in here?
