Beth showed up after four, and we sat on the sofa talking, by all indications being alone in my apartment did not seem to bother her despite the fact ...he wore a thick wedding band. “Do you know how to roll?” I asked as I pushed a small wooden board towards her.She licked her lips, pulled a leaf of Rizla and rolled a tight neat one which she sparked with a flick of the Bic. I watched her enjoy the odor, critiquing it with the expertise of a sommelier, tasting fine wine. Satisfied with its. 'good point' he said, trying not to sound dejected. 'wait' she said striding to the door. She popped the key into the back of the lock and turned it, she turned to face him and flipped the lights off. Pitch blackness for a moment. Silence except for movement coming from near the door close to him. He stood up and began to speak 'what...' but she came close to him, putting a hand on the small of his back and putting a finger to his lips. 'shhh' she said 'keep going as you were' she whispered. There was no sense in potentially missing an important lecture when they would both be free in another eight hours or so.By the time she was taking notes in her last class of the day, she’d planned what she was going to wear and make for dinner. She had some notions about what to do with the rest of the night, but she knew to play that by ear.Her phone rattled against the compact in her purse near the end of the hour, so she checked it, and discovered a message from Nathan. “What’s up? . God how my clitty dickie jumped even more as after just thirty seconds of turning into that dirt side road, the parking lot of the rest area was loaded to the hilt with empty parked cars and trucks.Feeling like a lovely lady lamb being led to her slaughter, I wished I had worn flat shoes instead of the five inch stellato heels that were sinking into the dirt ground we were walking in on. Just like the San Franciso male bathhouse main sex room I had entered some 17 years before, there they were..