Hurry. Fuck me, dammit!” She pulled up her skirt and he saw that she had nothing on underneath. It was a quick, urgent and intense coupling, quiet ...ut with a raw animality that left them deliciously sated. “That,” she murmured at length between kisses, “is what I call a super dessert…” They wandered back to the main building, took their leave of Philip and Margot, and set off back to the city. It was still light when they reached Greg’s apartment block. He invited her in, but she shook her. It was making them all drift apart from each other. He loved his wife with all his heart and this wasn’t worth even the good money he was getting to do this job.He knew what was going to happen. He’d get down to Indio, at which point he’d detrain and go to the crew base there. He’d get a ride to the local motel that Amtrak used for crew members. It was an ok motel, not great, but not terrible, either. Somewhere along there he’d find a woman of the night and get laid. Tuesday at about 2 AM, he’d. He's probably fifty milesaway by now but we'll be on the lookout just the same."I hoped to hell this was true and that Uncle Walt had caught themetaphorical last train out of Clarksville. This was one time I cheeredfor the bad guy to get away.It was one of those nights where your sleep is deep and haunted, filledwith a million Freudian vignettes that meld one into another in a neverending stream. I woke to the morning, dazed. Elbowing my self up to ahalf sitting position I looked around my. She wanted so much to go on seeing Gerry. He was a sweet, gentle man who entertained whether talking seriously or pulling her leg. She could not just play him along. That would be deeply dishonest and wounding. It would also hurt her even more when the final explosion came as come it certainly would. She could not bear to go through that anguish and misery again. She could never ever again trust someone as she had trusted Gwen and so she must not under any circumstances allow herself to get.