Chief Inspector Ricard had been in New York for almost a week. He had come to attend the Law Enforcement Officer’s Conference. He had not gone to any of the proceedings. Nor had he visited the show floor yet, but there was still another day remaining. He had time.
He nudged the shoulder of the young lady lying next to him in his hotel room bed and wished he could remember her name.
“Cherie,” he said, “put in another quarter.”
She sat up in the bed, modestly covering her breasts with the sheet and leaned over to rummage through the debris on the bedside table. She pushed a couple of empty wine bottles aside. Moved Ricard’s service revolver, and a pile of room service plates. Finally, she found the proper coin and inserted it in the coin acceptor.
“Magic Finger’s Vibrating Bed,” she read. She dropped the coin in as she dropped the sheet. They both rolled over onto their stomachs. Over the course of the last several days, they had decided that they enjoyed the motion of the bed better this way.
They stared into one another’s eyes until she finally broke the silence.
“You’re going back to France soon?”
“Could you take me with you?”
“I’m sorry but no, I could not. I am seriously considering taking this bed though, and a large supply of quarters.”