”“Shall I have her call you when she gets in?” she asked, her tone understanding.“No, that’s okay. Just let her know I called to say happy b...rthday,” I said pleasantly.We chatted for a few more moments and then we ended the call. I sat there, with the phone in my hand, thinking about Beth out on a date. I wasn’t sure whether I felt jealous or hurt ... or anything at all. I guessed I was settling into the numb phase. Maybe this was where Beth’s heart had been when Stan had come along.I didn’t. She left for a few moments and when she returned I heard her light a match and smelled a candle. She came up to the bed and I felt something caress me. It started at my neck and when down to my feet. I didn’t know what it was until she brought it down in a light sting on my thigh. A riding crop, I now knew. The sting didn’t hurt but the reaction to it seemed to shoot straight to my cock.Next she straddled me and I felt ice on my chest, then just when it got too cold, something hot dripped on. Off to the left, a family was eating at one of the tables. There were people going in and out of the restrooms, and a group of trucker men were conversing just to the right of the car. Tony turned off the cars engine and unclicked his seatbelt. He reached down and pulled the lever to open the trunk before getting out and shutting his door. Rose could hear him rummaging through the trunk as she glanced over at the group of men, who by now had clearly noticed her. Tony shut the trunk moments. It helped only a tiny bit.After cleaning up, she decided to clean herself up and get a grip. She went to the bathroom and ran the water, splashing it on her face to cool it and wash away the tears. After drying, she used some eye drops to clear the redness and in no time, looked like her old self. She didn't feel like her old self though. She felt older.'Old.' She thought. "Now there's a word you don't use very often." She said to the image in the mirror. She looked her sixty-going-on-forty.