Jane walked into room number six, straight off the parking lot. She then opened a suitcase that was sitting next to the door. The occupant of the room was checking out.
After taking off her shirt and bra (that's all she was wearing), she put on a pair of boxer shorts and black socks. Then she put on a white shirt and tie, and black slacks and belt. Leaving the suitcase open on the bed, she then left the room and went to the front desk.
A man was at the counter, speaking to the motel manager. He suddenly got a glazed look in his eyes and dropped his keys and wallet on the counter. He then stepped out of his shoes and walked out into the parking lot.
As he left, Jane walked in and slipped her feet into the man's shoes and picked up his keys and wallet, and put them in her pocket.
"Checking out?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Yeah," Jane said. "I can't wait to get out of this town."
"It's not so bad."
"Yeah, but I miss my wife."
The motel man nodded, then Jane went back to her room, grabbed her stuff, and got in her car. As she drove onto the highway, she didn't even notice the man who was dressed very similarly to her. He was mindlessly walking on the shoulder of the highway.
He needed to find new clothes.
