Most of the time it's nothing more than just friendly conversation, especially on a long flight. Today was a bit different, and totally unexpected. He...e is my story.It was a Monday night in autumn last year. I had landed in Salt Lake City earlier in the day to begin a two week project. I had checked into the Hotel Monaco earlier in the afternoon, settled in, had dinner and gone back to my room. I had to meet the city engineer at eight o'clock the next morning, so I had planned on making it an. "How about we go grab some lunch. Something that isn't fast food." You two go, I need to rest," I said giving them a chance to be alone. I was not trying to engineer anything, I was just being thoughtful, I told myselfr."Are you sure?" Sylvia asked."Honey, I'm older than you two by several years. I need to sit in a stuffed chair which isn't moving for a while." I replied."Okay, we might ride around and see the sights, if that is okay?" Peter commented."It's fine just have her home in time to. She stood as he bent down, taking a leg, lifting it and slipping off her jeans, sock and trainer, first one then the other, standing, his hands ran down her back, up, massaging, squeezing her shoulders, his lips touched, softly, wet, kissed her neck, the hands played with her back for ages before running along the edge of her thong, one started drawing circles on her tummy, before both, sliding up her back, stopped at her bra strap, it became loose, the hands continued up her back before. When it swung closed behind me with a rattling clank, I just stood there, handbag trailing on the floor. The pain behind my eyes finally resolved itself into the slow seeping of tears. I let my head fall back, gripped my hands into fists. The angry noise that came out of me was half groan, half growl. The anger gave me some strength back, and I used it to drag myself in slow, stomping steps up the stairs to my bedroom. How dare he make me feel like this? Why did I have to be the sensible,.