"Gee, lady – I don't know," Norman said. He silently vowed never to bring a lady to this motel, even if he ever got lucky enough to find a lady to bring.

"Why ever not?"

"Well, it's not ethical," he said. "Carpenters got a code of ethics, just like doctors and lawyers. Just like mailmen and cops – well, maybe not cops."

Norman, arrested for failing to make his alimony payment once, had been whacked with rubber hoses. But it had all been a mistake and they had apologized to him, afterwards, to their credit. They had mistaken him for a hippy.

Marlene put her hand on his shoulder and looked him directly in the eye.

"But surely you will make an exception for me, won't you?"

"I – I don't think…" He was wondering if he could get kicked out of the carpenter's union for being a party to perversion.

Her hand moved down his arm.

Norman flexed his biceps.

"Ooooh!" she said, and her sweet red lips puckered up as she made the sound, moist and inviting.

What the hell, Norman decided. The union is just a bunch of communists, anyhow.

"Okay, I'll do it," he agreed.

"You won't be sorry," said Marlene, her long lashes flickering over her slanted green eyes. "Watching other people fuck isn't the only thing I enjoy."

Norman almost fainted as most of his blood rushed instantly into his prick, leaving his brain starved for oxygen.

Marlene sat on the bed, watching Norman drill the spy holes. There was one hole at eye level and another at a point halfway to the floor – so one of the watchers can kneel down, Norman assumed. It made sense to him – he often knelt down when he jerked off. It was a comfortable position. But he was not comfortable now, with his prick pounding away, and the sexy redhead sitting there on the bed. She was playing with the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit, drawing it down a few inches, then up again.