Well, that explains why they look alike, Norman thought.

The girl was as sexy as her mother – more so, if anything. The double delight was getting to him, and he felt his cock begin to stir and harden. He hoped that he would be left alone to get on with his carpentry so that he would have a chance to give his prick a good hand sawing. Norman, unlucky with women, tended to jack himself off quite a lot. His skilled carpenter's hands, firm grip and deft touch made him quite handy at the job.

Jeannie moved on, pushing the cart, and Mrs. Jefferson led him on to one of the farther units. They went in. The bed was made. It made Norman feel nervous to be alone in a room with a bed and a redhead. Maybe I'll lie down on the bed when I whack off, he thought.

"I want you to bore two holes through this wall," Marlene Jefferson was instructing him. "Here and – here."

"How come?"

"Is that any concern of yours?" she asked. But she gave him an amused smile as she spoke.

"Well, no – but if I do that, you're going to have holes through into the room next door," he explained.

"Precisely."

"But why would you want that?"

Now her smile was very provocative, and she said: "Why, so that we can look through, of course."

Norman gulped.

"Have you any objections?" she asked.

"What are you, lady – some sort of pervert?" he rasped.

"Ummm," she said, brightly. "My husband and I are both voyeurs." She realized that Norman did not know what the word meant. "That means we get our kicks by spying on other people."

Norman's jaw dropped.

"We need two holes so that we can watch together," she added.

Norman was simply astounded – both that she was a pervert and that she had so readily admitted to her perversion – just as if she didn't think there was anything wicked about it.

"That's why we have taken over the motel, actually," said Marlene. "We have spy-holes and two-way mirrors at home, but we don't always have house guests. Here at the motel, we will have a chance to watch different couples fucking every night."