The motel manager momentarily surveyed the young man up and down. Passing through or here on business perhaps br The man remained motionless, but for his hand scribbling over the credit card slip.br Raising his head for an eye to eye, I suppose you could say that. Spent some time looking at property for sale around Smithson County, I believe it's called Sound right br That's it, complied the manager, studying the credit receipt through the smoke screen made by the cigarette between his lips. Mr. Woodson. You wouldn't be interested in becoming a motel owner He gave the young man a sly grin. br No, no. Grew up in a place similar to the smaller towns around here. Just thought I'd check out the market. Know one thing, some pretty sassy babes selling Real Estate around here. He gave the manager a wink, turned and butting his suitcase against the screen edged outside. br Walking toward his car, he spoke to himself. Sassy and sweet tasting too He laughed aloud. Inside the car he removed the