I said that's cool and took her by the hand and led her to the bed. I said she must get herself comfortable while I use the bathroom for the last time...before I go to bed. When I got in the bathroom I could already see that something was not right, yes something was definitely wrong, the toilet seat was up and I left it down the last time I used the toilet. This didn't make any sense, why did she put up the sit when she used the toilet. I needed to think and think fast. I thought about the funny. Alright so technically I knew that I wasnt supposed to drink something that I hadnt been ordering myself or kept a watchful eye over at all times. I should probably just have said no thanks and rushed back to the hotel. Perhaps that would have allowed me to see another day. But I didnt. I took a sip and I loved it. I had no idea what the drink was called but it didnt take me long to wash it down. I tried once more to find the guy who had bought the drink for me but had to give up when I started. She had a lot of tension and sadness to let go of. They were hand in hand on the way back, this unlikely pair with such a big age difference. Tony thought how love was timeless.Their coupling that night was lovemaking, slow and tender, wordless since touch communicated everything. They slept and repeated it before dawn.Tony worked and stored things in the other bedroom. He did some software development as part of a coalition of folks in a specialized area. He had to get busy to make up for the. ”Whatever she was supposed to be wearing for today’s fuckfest was probably in that box. It was probably really sexy, and if she opened it, she’d surely get her next gift. ‘Fuck That!’ she thought with a fierce strength smashing away the other errant thoughts that were seeping in. She got up, showered, and got dressed, jeans, a tee shirt, this sweater, a hoodie, and walking shoes. Friday was a work day, and theoretically she should have been heading in, but she was done with that too. He could.