Although he planned to engage in an afternoon of depraved extramarital sex with coworker Kara Lundy, businessman Bill Castille rediscovered his inhibitions upon entering Room 7B of the Honky Tonk Motor Lodge on I-90 Monday. 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard that your trwait. What smells like a dead animal?' Castille asked Lundy, derailing a moment of unfettered lust. 'Shit, what if someone sees my car in front of this trashy place? Okay, that ceiling stain just dripped onto the bed. That's it, I'm out of here.' Castille might have left sooner, had he known his conversation was audible in the motel lobby. 