What's in a name?

Panting and sweaty Tim collapsed on top of her with an long satisfied sigh.  She smiled to herself, it had been ages sense she had felt like she was actually pleasing someone.  He stayed on top of her, the both of them naked, soaked and warm, feeling the stale air being moved by the turning overhead fan.  He didn't move for another moment, then without a word, he stood up and walked into the bathroom.  She still didn't move, remembering how he felt pressed into her, she stared at the cracked wallpaper surrounding her.  Lit by the ancient bulb, the whole room seemed to glow yellow, she looked intently at everything the 20 dollar hotel room offered her.  When he walked out of the bathroom, he was fully dressed again, making her aware, only then, of her own nudity.  With an embarrassed smile she looked around for her own clothes.

"Good morning, that certainly was a way to start the day."

His eyes met hers through his black rimmed glasses before becoming fixated on the floor.  Gosh he was unbearably cute.

"um, yeah... that certainly was" he half mumbled.  "I guess we should kind of get going if you want to make it to Johnson City  by tonight."

Again, she smiled at him, her only acknowledgment as she closed the bathroom door behind her.  Turning the plastic knobs to the shower, warm water spat out before become a solid stream.  The rushing noise of the water calmed her as she stepped into the tub.  She ran her thoughts over everything that had happened over the past day.  Time stood still as she became victim to her memories, replaying each event with the sound of running water in the background.

She had left Fairview early, intending to thumb to Johnson City where her sister lived.  Times were tough for everyone and she had lost her job some months ago, evicted and without a car she just started walking.  It was early evening by the time Tim pulled over, she approached cautiously at first, but after a glance into his clear blue eyes she knew he was honest.  His whole demeanor was timid, as if he was afraid to not pull over and offer her a ride.

His eyes met hers through his black rimmed glasses before becoming fixated on the floor.  Gosh he was unbearabely cute.

Something about her memory felt wrong to her, like it wasn't really right.  Her mind quickening, she retraced their conversation during the drive.  How he mentioned he was driving to Savannah, before even asking where she was headed.  She recalled how perfect it had seemed, meeting a cute nice gentleman who just happened to be heading where she needed to go.  He had listened to her whole story, patiently and caring.  After dinner when she made her advances, his eyes looked so innocent, almost afraid.

His eyes met hers through his black rimmed glasses before becoming fixated on the floor. 

That feeling nagged at her again, like waking up and having misplaced something.  The rushing noise of water, deafened her.  She never even heard the door creak as he opened it.  With her mind racing, determined to find the error, she never even noticed him standing there.  She did notice when he reached into the shower and grabbed her by her hair.  She couldn't even let out a scream before the knife had sliced into her throat.  Time stood still again as she slid down into the tub, falling under the beating water.

His eyes met hers through his black rimmed glasses.  He didn't wear glasses.  She never even saw a case.

Back outside Tim opened up the trunk to his car and slide out a brief case.  Taking the dark framed glasses and carefully, flawlessly, placed them into their spot, beside the horn rimmed glasses and the small silver rimmed glasses.  Sitting back into the driver sit, he turned the key and tried to remember her name.  Oh well, he could never remember their name.