I reached into my back pocket to make sure my wallet was there- yep, with license and a condom hidden in the side, just in case. I always kept one wit... me. I checked my front pockets- keys, cellphone, and pocket knife- and then I finally remembered cups, plates, and napkins and a couple pieces of plastic cutlery. I threw the last of what I needed into the coolers and I brought them out to my truck. it was 3:45pm, and it’d only take me five minutes at the most to get to the lighthouse. Hell, it. This was going to be a dull journey unless I thought of something to amuse myself. It was early afternoon - a fairly busy time, but not so packed that I was lost among the rush-hour crowd - there were, I suppose, about thirty other people there, waiting. Their eyes wandered aimlessly, in search of some distraction from this claustrophobic environment. Maybe I could help! I switched into automation - the next thing I knew, I’d ‘accidentally’ dropped my travel pass - how clumsy of me. I turned so. You smile again. "I can't believe we are doing this," you say. He nods. You continue, "So as we agreed, no kissing, no touching right? We are just to watch right? Just like online."He nods again smiling thinking of past pleasures with you. Your heart races.You take a long sip of wine and then blurts, "Ok, you first." He smiles at you and slowly stands while unbuttoning, eyes locked with yours. You see his chest, slightly hairy, then his abdomen as he pulls the shirt from his jeans. Your eyes. “Thanks. I’ll take it out when I get home.” “That was….” “Don’t,” Maritza said suddenly. “Please. Just… take me home.” “Just take you home?” She searched around and found her skimpy shorts on the floor and arranged them so she could slip her legs through them. “Just take you home?” She turned to me, and I could see something there… something had changed. I grabbed my own pants and pulled them on, and shook my head. I didn't know why I said it, but I said it out of anger, or spite. “You know.