Without further thoughts, I drove off to my favourite local transit hotel and gotten a room for us. And that’s where it all happened…Once in the r...om, I grab her towards me and hugged her tight. I could feel her body trembling as she slowly return my embrace. I released her and lifted her face and look deep into her. Without a word, I planted a kiss on her lips. From small light peck, it grew more intense, till we are actually frenching and tongue fighting. Both my hands was on her ass grabbing. What can I say, I’m a wimp. Plus, it was a good excuse to cuddle. And he didn’t seem to object… So the kiss. As we were saying goodnight, I hugged him. I’m quite touchy-feely, so this was nothing unusual for me. But it felt good, and as I pulled away I ended up gazing into his eyes. I think we both knew what was coming. We leaned in, together, oh so slowly, both of us closing our eyes in anticipation… and promptly mashed our noses together. Blushing, each of us tried to adjust, and of course. Then he glanced back at Big Ed.“Dead?” Ben enquired in uncertain manner.“Yup,” Big Ed responded in turn, this time smiling even more broadly as before. “I guess you don’t know your own strength, Marshal. You caved the poor asshole’s brains in. Still, it’s not much of a big deal. After all, it does save you carting the piece of shit back to wherever you hang up your hat. Just think of it as saving the taxpayers money.”“He’s got you there, Marshal,” Idaho Bill chimed in when Ben said nothing in. Even now, even as I am enjoying his hug, I am watching the clock, seeing the minute hand drop past the nadir of the dial and begin to climb back up toward the top; toward the minute that I will be untied and be free to climb the stairs out of the basement and get on with my day.I hate that I am thinking about getting away instead of reveling in the intimacy that my husband is pressing on me, but that does not change my thoughts. When someone asks you not to think about crocodiles, then you.