*I let a few minutes pass before I quietly got up. I refreshed my drink and walked into the living room. Nothing had been planned for “afterwards”... Small talk? Clothed or still naked? Another drink? I looked out the windows. The beach was moonlit and inviting. I put on my jacket and my shoes. They never knew I was gone.About an hour later I was sitting on the deck of the hotel, nursing a G&T, and wondering if I should just drive myself home. Did I think they would have another go-round? Not. . Mitsy," Ken stammered. "I'm sure you do." And she's pretty fuckin' good at it too," one of the other meeting participants, a man in his twenties, said, causing a round of laughter to erupt at the table. Ken blushed, trying to imagine having a meeting with the President of the United States in his day and having someone make such a remark. But Mitsy Brown didn't seem to mind. She was laughing as much as everyone else.When the laughter trailed off, Mitsy Brown put on her time-for-business face,. Simultaneously, their eyes opened. Neither saw their partner of sixty years, they saw their partner the way they remember the other looking just days after their first meeting, Marium, young, dark hair, eyes radiating with the love only a young woman could know, Ignatius, curly haired, smiling that well known smile of care, tenderness and want of the love Marium's eyes were offering. They kissed, tenderly at first, both unsure and nervous of the others i meanings, the others wants, the others. I hail a cab and we all squeeze into the back, getting a flat rate back to the university campus. I'm very nearly in Sat's lap. We crawl out, grab our bags from the boot and Chris ends up paying the driver as I search for my wallet. Mike really is almost asleep and just about manages to hand me his keys. He's hung over on noise and lack of sleep. Sleeping while you travel never actually gives you any rest.Four of Mike's housemates are in the communal kitchen when we walk through the door. We.