It was a small town.

There were a couple things in it that made more like a home such as the trailer park, the diner you work at, and the park. It was dull and boring but there was Bill to make things interesting. A stoic man who worked in construction and hardly did anything beside drink beer, sit on his worn out couch, visit the diner... or the motel.

The motel was a place where all things were done in private whether it be illegal dealings or secrets in general. He went there for you, to hold you down and tell you that he loves you. It was was one of those nights where he knocks on the same motel door and he watches you open it.

"Hey honey, you called?"