We discovered that we both enjoyed a little dangerous aspect of our newfound excitement. It was having public sex.We did each other in various places,...daring each other every time to take it a step further. The dark parking lot was only sufficient for about three times, gym lockers and shower stall was always a good place. Then a random elevator, a car ride, men's room in a restaurant during a double date. Great material for another story. One Saturday afternoon marked called me:“Come over,” he. I hurry into the library and sit at a table spreading my books and papers around, giving the pretense of work. But my mind is replaying over and over the incredible scene I witnessed the previous night and time seems to crawl by. Eventually night falls and the library is soon empty except for her and me. I walk up to the front desk and she looks up at me. "Good evening sir." Her voice is wonderfully melodic and sensuous. "How can I help you?" I nervously clear my throat, then reply. "I'm. The lid opens slowly, mud pouring in all around. I climb, clawing desperately at the earth, struggling until finally I surface. Rain pouring down on my head, the cold autumn night fresh on my skin. A graveyard, a plaque next to me, not even a full headstone. I was too poor and unimportant. My old name etched into it. I crawl with all my strength until I lie panting, wheezing on my side. The earth stops shifting and I feel my power completely drained.Too weak to move, a year’s worth of strength. "I'm gonna go find a phone and call my Dad, James. You wait here, and ask the deskfly where we can get our bags." Randy said as he walked way.Jamie already had the Hotel on and was giving them a credit card number as the rest of the Northeast corridor was rushing to phones to do the same. Jamie had learned to plan ahead, constantly flying into Frisco and Seattle. Delays at those airports were part of daily life in some seasons.Confident and proud of herself she made her way to the check-in desk.